WARNING: naughty word alert.
An elderly Labour MP is sitting in a bar in the House of Commons. He's an ex-miner and retired union official, given his seat as a reward for service to the party. He never speaks in the House, votes as told by the whips, and spends most of his time drinking the subsidised Federation Ale.
Two newish Labour MPs come in and start chatting at the bar.
"You know, the trouble with working in this place is that it's full of c*nts," says one of these MPs to his friend.
The ex-miner pipes up: "Lads, there's plenty of c*nts in t'c*ntry and I feel they deserve their own representation."