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Nadine Dorries
GMTV and a Glass Slipper
Posted Friday, 22 June 2007 at 09:54

I did a pre-record yesterday afternoon for Sunday’s edition of GMTV. It’s going out three times on Sunday morning, I think at 6.30, 7.30 and again at 8.30am on ITV2.

 

Peter my researcher, otherwise known as Mr Brakes, came with me to the TV centre on the South Bank for the interview. When we had finished we decided to walk along the embankment and over the bridge to Embankment tube and jump down one stop back to Westminster.

 

I wasn’t very talkative, but that doesn’t deter Peter, he didn’t stop.

 

He talked all the way along, pointing out the sculptures dotted around on the building tops, wondering if they would stay in London after the exhibition or if they would go on tour; chatting about the steam room in the exhibition and how it didn’t steam up his glasses; how only 25 people at a time are allowed in; and on and on in a way he never did when he, then a shy young man,  first started to work for me over two years ago.

 

We turned right over the bridge. I had begun to wonder if walking had been such a good idea given that I was wearing black court shoes with five inch heels.

 

Ten yards onto the bridge my heel sank into a gap. Peter didn’t notice. He carried on walking and talking to himself for another three minutes at least.

 

He suddenly stopped, turned around, and marched back. By the time he reached me I had extracted my foot from the shoe, and he, like some prince charming, removed the shoe from the gap.

 

In a very un-prince like way, however, he dumped the shoe on the floor, sighed and said in an almost exasperated tone “why you?”

 

Now, he wouldn’t have done that two years ago either.

 

It is a question I ask myself every day though. Peter started to walk and resumed his narrative from where he thought he had originally lost me. I stood and looked down the river, slipped my foot back into the shoe, and just for a second, wished it was a glass slipper, and I was a princess.

 
 
 
Anonymous said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
Have you any idea how beautifully you write? If you ever stop being an MP a career awaits you in the form of best sellers.
 
 
Carl Cross said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
It's not just you Nadine. I remember staying in a hotel once and getting up in the night to go to the bathroom (naked). In my bleary eyed state, I accidentally opened the door into the corridor rather than the bathroom and stepped through it. It was only as the door clicked behind me that I realised to my horror that I was locked out of my room, naked, in the middle of the night. Cue excruciating visit to reception....
 
 
Anonymous said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
You are a princess.
 
 
Anonymous said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
You ARE a Princess and it's about time you found Mr. Charming or Right!!!!
 
 
Mike H said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
I'm really not sure how to comment on this. Suffice to say that it's easier when the subject is a bit more political! :-) Unless, of course, I'm missing a political message somewhere....? It is not unknown for Mike H to completely miss the glaringly obvious subtext - a fact to which Mrs H will attest. So what is today's blog really all about? Maybe you weren't entirely happy with the way the GMTV interview had gone. Maybe the grey streets put you in mind of that girl in Leicester. Perhaps you realised that you didn't have time for the luxury of a walk in the fresh London air, especially when further delayed by errant footwear. But I think it's really all about the last paragraph. So Mr Brakes asks 'why you'.... You tell us that you ask yourself that question every day. If you do, I find that surprising. 'Why me' is also something you've asked in an earlier blog. Where does this all come from? Self-doubt? It doesn't sound like you, Nadine. Oh no...! Don't tell us you've outsourced you blog writing to an outfit in Bangalore. Or perhaps you've given the job to Marvin from 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. Either way, I'd rather hear from the real Nadine. :-) Come on, girl - the 'why me' question is something we all ask ourselves at times - but, of course, you know that already. It might not be five inch heels with a mind of their own; it might not be underwear on display to all in a public car-park, but we all have 'why me' moments from time to time (heck, I should know!). What is it that makes you ask yourself 'why me' so often? You are already the princess of bloggers and have the award and the readership to prove it. So why would you have need of a glass slipper? They're very 1937, anyway.
 
 
Jane K said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
You are beginning to act like a long married couple. Cheer up Nadine, you don't sound your normal fiery self.
 
 
Dave said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
Hey Nadine, fed up with being a Goddess already? Happy to be a ten-a-penny ordinary princess? I'm afraid the Why-me club is oversubscribed due every member of the human race trying to enrol.So we have had to limit membership.I'm surprised that a Lady of your fine character would want to join, given the obstacles in life you have overcome (as mentioned in blogs past)and succeeded.Stuck shoes in the streets of London..ten-a-penny!
 
 
Anonymous said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
Nadine, you are living proof that to be succesful you don't have to be serious and dull all the time. People always condemn me for having my own 'susan moments' and tell me that i will have to change my ways if I want to get anywhere in business.
 
 
Ian said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
I think Nadine is suffering from MPT (yes... right order)Member of Parliament Tension. She does such great things in life as an MP and then such silly hassles in life happen and the 'why me' syndrome comes in to play. And if she thinks I'm getting up that early..on a Sunday morning to watch.....
 
 
Anonymous said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
Is that where they got the idea from for that advert Carl?
 
 
James said:
Responded: Friday, 22 June 2007
Read between the lines Mike H, Nadine could do with a well deserved day of pampering. And wouldn't we all if we were in her shoes (even though they are gaptraps).She doesn't deserve to be the butt of all jokes(yesterday's blog).She needs someone unconnected with politics to whisk her away (helicopter/private jet/limo/morris minor) maybe wine and dine her,listen to her if she wants to talk, and let her relax and be herself.So if there happens to be a James Bond out there, not saving the world on Sunday perhaps he could give the Lady a call..............
 
 
Diablo said:
Responded: Monday, 25 June 2007
Don't you wish that you could kiss Iain Dale so that he could turn into your prince? He obviously fancies you - amd there is a little tug there, isn't there? He's not gay really - he just thinks he is!
 
 
Nadine said:
Responded: Monday, 25 June 2007
I don't mind the jokes, as I said, they make me laugh too!Once again, thank you
 
 
Carl Cross said:
Responded: Tuesday, 26 June 2007
Eh? What advert?! I hope not!!!
 
 
Anonymous said:
Responded: Tuesday, 26 June 2007
Don't worry Carl, you haven't much to be ashamed of!!!!!
 
 
Anon said:
Responded: Wednesday, 27 June 2007
I’m quite jealous you had a prince like him to pick up your shoe; brilliant speech at Conf last year. I also think you’re good at shedding the dusty Tory image; and a bit more subtly than others in the Party. Maybe you could give them some tips?
 
 
 
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