When it comes to this sex scandal stuff we do it much better than the dear old Yanks.
There's Tiger making grovelling apologies, while Terry seems unconcerned about breaking the Seventh Commandment though he may be sorry about breaking the 11th (Thou Shalt Not Get Caught).
Tiger's mea culpa was so solemn it was as though he felt reponsible for the sins of the world. I wanted to tell him: 'For God's sake it's only rumpy-pumpy.'
In contrast, Terry swaggered around Dubai with a horde of paparazzi snapping him snogging his Wag.
Tiger stopped playing golf and spent his time in a sex rehab clinic.
Terry kept on playing footie, made peace with the fans, paid off the bimbos and sorted out the misssus.
Of course, you get to wonder what happens at this sex rehab clinic? Do they show Tiger dirty pictures, then apply electric shocks to his nether regions while a stern voice says: 'Naughty, naughty, dirty, dirty?
It seems a waste of time. Socrates described the male sex urge as like being shackled to a maniac. When you're young, fit, loaded and travelling a lot, it's a tricky thing to cope with.
Terry was lucky in having a down-to-earth, sensible British wife, whereas Tiger married a Swede. Swedish girls, though lovely, are renowned for being controlling.
Tiger could do a lot worse, if a requirement emerges for a Mrs Tiger II, to find a British girl.
Meanwhile guys, thanks for a damn good laugh.
Well now we have the Ashley & Cheryl story for comparison and I can't help noting there's one fact in common with the Tiger saga when it comes to estimating perceived bile: the mother in law was on hand. Even British girls come with their err, handicap.
Well Yes, Scunnerous, maybe the ideal solution would be to keep the mother-in-laws in virtualisation mode in the Cloud while their daughters remain under local control.
Reminds me of a comment from a French EC official during the Bill Clinton/Monica soiree that if the US just had official residences for the President's lovers as they do in France there wouldn't have been half the press coverage.
What a great idea, anon, maybe No.11 could be turned into a residence for Gordon's floozies so he wouldn't have to put up with a whingeing Scot next door.