Blog No 3 tonight. Ffion Hague was in Montgomeryshire this afternoon. She's probably in Montgomeryshire quite often, because this was her home. Anyway today she was at the home of Ieuan and Penny Jones, near Mathrafal, Pontrobert to tell us about her new book 'The Pain and the Privilege' - a book about the women in the life of David Lloyd George. Mrs D had to give me one of my Christmas presents early, because I may easily have bought a second copy - and she wanted Ffion to have signed it. She gave an entertaining and informed talk. When she stopped and asked for any questions, I was in a state of deep contemplation. It seems that the almost all of Lloyd George's Cabinet colleagues were at it, and their wives.
As often happens no-one wanted to ask the first question. I was sitting in the front row so I just started things off - along the lines of;
"At the next General Election, I will be hoping to become an MP, but after hearing about the way in which the entire Cabinet seemed to spend their time, I'm not at all sure that I'm up t0 it."
I will postulate that one reason politicians are not so obsessed with sex today is that its become fashionable to follow a football team. And neurologists at Southern General Hospital in Glasgow have discovered that watching a goal being scored is every bit as arousing as having sex. Clinical Scientist, John McLean of the Institute of Neurological Sciences said "Our results show that the part of the brain associated with intense pleasure, and which has been associated with arousal, is most active at the time a goal is scored." Results of research show that activity in the Anterier Cingulate Cortex (ACC) of the brain was substantially higher when a goal was scored than when chances were missed or in open play. It seems that its this ACC which goes into overdrive during the sexual act. The research was carried out on Rangers season ticket holders. I'm just wondering what sort of condition Rangers fans would be in after a four all draw in the 'Old Firm Derby'!!
Anyway Ffion reassured us that rabid promiscuity isn't compulsory. She also thought that Lloyd George would have abstained from roaming under the gaze of today's prurient media. One final point worth noting is that on his release from hospital well into his sixties, after an operation concerning prostate cancer, Lloyd George's surgeon was forced to make a plea with the randy old Celt that he should restrain himself to as near abstinence as possible for a week or two - and added that if he was tempted, that he should stick a tried and tested partner to avoid over-exciting himself. He was clearly an animal - and all his women loved him for it. I'm looking forwards to reading the book after Christmas.