Is that the Prostitootin’ Choo-Choo?

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Anyway, last week the former first lady of New Jersey [McGreevey] gave a couple of interviews saying how she felt the former first lady of New York’s pain. That, in turn, brought former gubernatorial aide Theodore Pedersen out of the woodwork. „I wanted to get this out now because it was so offensive to me that she goes on television playing the victim.” Mr. Pedersen told the Newark Star-Ledger. „She should have told the tuth about the three of us.”

Er, hang on: the „three of us”? Why, yes. Mr Pedersen revealed that he had „three-way sexual trysts” with Governor and Mrs. McGreevey – and the good news is you don’t even have to book a room at the Days Inn. Instead, „the weekly romps” „typically began with the dinner at T.G.I. Friday’s and ended with a threesome at McGreevey’s condo in Woodbridge.” Dinner at T.G.I Friday’s? What’s that? Twelve bucks?Try proposing that to „Kristen”.

How long before someone comes forward claiming to have had a four-way „romp” with Governor Spitzer, Governor McGreevey and Mrs. McGreevey somewhere in them ah, bistate area, preferably in a gubernatorial limo stuck in gridlock under the Holland Tunnel? Actually, it’s technically known as the tristate area, but the governor of Connecticut seems to be sitting this one out and letting N.Y. and N.J. do all the heavy lifting.

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For their part, no political party has the range of sexual appetites of the British Tories. Lord Lambton was caught in flagrante with two girls, one white, one black, while Stephen Milligan preferred more solitary pursuits and was found dead on his kitchen table naked but for the ladies’ stockings and the plastic bag over his head, victim of an over-ambitious bout of „auto-erotic asphyxiation.” If not quite so fatally inept, Labour members are nevertheless also ill-starred in their extra-marital forays. A few years back, one chap embarked on a nocturnal expedition from Westminster to Clapham Common in pursuit of some Rastafarian „rough trade.” The evening began straightforwardly enough when he spotted „Boogie,” a respected crack dealer and pimp, and beckoned him over. Alas, instead of spending the evening in the arms of some muscular hunk, he found himself relieved of his wallet, and, when Boogie and his chums went through it, they discovered that their hapless client was, in fact, Her Majesty’s secretary of the State for Wales.