Dating matt mcnaught
Margaret Mary is a girl from the Irish countryside with a passion for glass-blowing, a penchant for temper tantrums, and a past that has left her wounded.
What happens when a (very attractive) Dublin gallery owner stops by her studio and decides he's interested in helping her career?
Shortly afterwards, the rest of Britain would be able to view the pictures of the pretty schoolmistress; Joanne posing provocatively in a pair of tight jeans with one breast exposed as she stares moodily into the camera; Joanne arching her back in a chair; Joanne leaning against a bookcase crammed with history of art books, her long tousled hair hanging down to the small of her tanned back.
Joanne Salley is living proof that bad things happen to good people.
Joanne laughed, and told her not to be silly – that the boys must have Photoshopped her face on to someone else’s body.
Then suddenly she remembered – ‘and it felt like a ton of bricks falling on my head’.
Joanne believed the images would never be made public, but two months later those photos – which had been ‘stolen’ from a memory stick apparently left in the school’s photography room – began to circulate via email and text message.
At a long table in the House of Lords dining room, about 20 members of the unelected Upper House were tucking into a silver-service lunch complete with lashings of red and white wine — glug, glug, glug — and old-school milky puddings. As these lunching legislators chewed on the issues of the day, Lord Walpole, a crossbench peer, turned to a BBC TV camera and said with creamy pleasure: ‘Actually, this is where this country is governed from, we like to think so anyway.’Lord Walpole laughed jovially as he said this, but you wonder what his celebrated ancestor, Robert Walpole (our first Prime Minister, from 1721-1742), would have made of such an assertion from the unelected House.
It is one of several quietly devastating vignettes in a BBC documentary series about the Lords starting next week.