I wonder if the new drama about Mo Mowlam will feature the touching photo she had taken with me and my partner at the Labour conference in Brighton in 2000. She stood in between us and placed her right hand firmly on my right buttock and her left hand on John's left buttock. She then proceeded to give each of us a butt cheek massage while a photographer took the pictures.
Or maybe they will include the moment when she walked out of Politico's, paused in the doorway, burped and then farted.
I truly think her brain tumour had eaten away at that part of the brain which controls embarrassment threshholds.