He thinks, er... thought that the House of Lords was for toffs. Now, 'to make his wife happy, he's allowing himself to be nominated'. Look below at the stupidity of it all.
"Oh, I don't wanna join the bluudy Hous'a'Lords!"
from the Daily Mail, 29 March, 2010:
Mr Prescott’s arrival in the upper house would cap his rise from a ship’s steward on Cunard liners to some of the highest offices of state.
It would also mark a remarkable turn-around for a man who regards himself as a working class hero.
In 2004 he railed against blue-blooded aristocrats, telling a Labour party regional conference: 'Now is the time to rid ourselves of the remaining rump of hereditaries in the Lords. They are an offence against democracy.'
In August 2008, he said he claimed he would not follow in the footsteps of other Labour grandees such as Neil Kinnock, Roy Hattersley and Denis Healey by accepting a peerage.
He said: 'I don’t want to be a member of the House of Lords. I will not accept it.'
However, Mr Prescott's love of the finer things in life is well documented. He has owned two Jaguar cars and was famously photographed playing croquet on the lawns of Dorneywood, one of the Government’s lavish grace and favour country homes.
He also once offered his wife a short drive during a party conference so she did not ruin her hairdo.
With its turrets, his constituency home is also fit for a lord. When details of MPs’ expenses were revealed last year, it emerged that Mr Prescott had claimed for having mock-Tudor beams attached to the front of his constituency property in Hull.