The wonderful thing about being the maitre d' of a blog such as this is that I can write about anything I like. So I am going to write about breast feeding in Claridges. And I wont be sugar coating it with a napkin either. My well thumbed copy of the I Spy book of afternoon tea and breast feeding is no longer well thumbed because I don't see breast feeding anywhere not even in the Creche also known as Chapter Arts Centre, off the ley line in Cowbridge Rd East, Canton, Caerdydd. Not even here in the 'cwtch' can you observe the erotic spectacle of a mother feeding her baby. I don't think this story is about a woman's right to breastfeed in public, I think it's yet another story about 'Class'. Would this mother have whipped out her mammaries at Greasy Joe's Cafe off the Buckingham Palace Road, Victoria? Would she eck as like!!!
Was it too cold to nudge her nipples out in that part of Hyde Park that nestles neath Bayswater where the privileged wheel their uniformed offspring every morn, to the sound of Polish workers being crushed by sofas and falling ledges? I only ask because what the F**k was anybody doing having afternoon tea in Claridges anyway? What right does an establishment such as Claridges have to exist? So that working class northerners can go home and tell their families that they have had 'afternoon tea and tiffin' in Mayfair. I will not be voting UKIP because I think 'Breast Feeding' in public should be compulsory, not down to the whims of a privileged mother. "If it's one out, it's all out"
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