If you were a government minister/MP, what would be your personal 'skeleton in the cupboard'?

[fluffyhamster]

Was just thinking, after posting on a different thread (about women in politics)...

I think the media is sooooo intrusive these days that they would be able to 'dig up' some dirt about just about anyone these days if they really wanted to....

So - what would your 'skeleton in the cupboard' be - i.e. the fact from your past which you would least like to see splashed across the papers tomorrow morning??

Mine would probably be the very raunchy relationship I had with a much older senior manager at the company I worked for when I was 23...

Never mind facts from the past, I'm creating so many new skeletons that I'm taking out extra storage to house them!

I had an affair with an MP.

I had topless photos taken in my office when I worked at a certain very prestigious London venue.

I'm not telling any more, but I have lived a baaaaaad life!

My life aged 18 - 23.

Are you a Cheeky Girl, Jux?

mine would all be very boring. I have a 4-wheel drive, albeit one that's disguised as an estate car (not a skeleton, and not in a cupboard, but something not very in line with my politics so perhaps I'd have to hide it in the cupboard. or sell it); I've dabbled with a variety of illegal substances; I once threw a snowball at a car; I once stole something from Boots; and - worst of all - my latent ocd has made me put expenses like stamps and pencils into my accounts. not because I care about 50p but, well, just because that's where they belong. I have tried to stop myself though, having seen MPs roundly derided for it.

OMG - they'd probably find lots of 'Hooray Henry' type photos from my Uni days when we would be all in black tie & ballgowns, doing strange, alcohol-fuelled things..

I wonder which of my old 'friends' would provide info & photos if a cheque was waved under their noses??

Not in the way you think, gramercy.

This very reason is why I could never by famous / in the public eye - there would be enough skeleton bones to dedicate a new Heat style magazine just to me. Obviously I'd be the PM otherwise!

I got the sack from my job for initiating a farting contest

Sex'n'drugs'n'rock'n'roll

(with a nod to the late great Mr Drury)

It doesn't matter really does it? Whatever you did the media will find a way to reduce it to a skeleton.