What a smug so and so!

BeInG a London MP, there’s an expectation you can pop back any time to the constituency.

and when there’s a full-blown crisis, like a public meeting to discuss the Government’s plan to close your local a&e unit, a marginal-seat MP’s agitation reaches new heights.

Buggering around with my hospital, Chase Farm, was not in the health interests of my constituents – or me.

My blood pressure and heart rate escalated further when the whips said I couldn’t go to the meeting because I was needed for a Commons vote.

The colourful blond bombshell Michael Fabricant (right) was the bearer of the bad news. ‘no, we could lose this vote, no exceptions.’ ‘You always say that, and we never lose.’ ‘Your job is to be in Parliament.’ ‘They want me in the constituency, explaining why you want to close my a&e! and I have a narrow majority!’

‘I had a narrow majority when I first got elected,’ said Fabricant.

‘It was only 238 votes, and now look at it, 17,683.’

smug sod.