Scary monster....

There is nothing that Baby Bea likes more than to be told a fairy story....the fair princesses, the dashing heroes, the kindly godmothers and the evil, toady, nefarious, pernicious monsters.

Or should I say 'monster' in its singular form as the same brute turns up in every story when they are told to me by Mummy or Nonna.

As they tell it, the horrific Berlusconi is a dreadful beast, half man, half hair transplant, who preys on young girls, controls a terrifying media empire and hides in his fetid, 'Bunga Bunga' lair on the Costa Smeralda in Sardinia.

I have to say that Baby Bea is a little terrified of this fiend, but she does like it how every single story that is told to her, even ones where he doesn't seem to have any connection to the actual narrative, ends in his slow, painful demise! Boo boo Silvio...