A Cuppa with Corbyn: Jeremy Corbyn x John Bercow

Part Five

"You know what would really enrich your children's' lives John?", Corbyn suddenly said as he poured himself another cup of tea, "learning to play a musical instrument. It's never too late, and it'll do wonders for Oliver with his Autism and sensory needs and it's been proven that it helps young people to grow and develop in a more rounded and creative way you know."

John stopped people watching suddenly and answered "Jeremy, are you suggesting that my kids are disorderly, dull and lacking in certain aspects?", with a prominent emphasis on being sarcastic. "Ah, you've already tried, haven't you?" he chuckled. "If you pardon the expression, I think we certainly sing from the same hymn sheet on this subject, so to speak. Yes, Sally and I have been trying to coax them into the marvels of the musical world, but they just don't seem that keen or willing to participate in learning how to read and play music, as they are with listening to it... It's all video games, snapback and intergram or something..."

They both looked up at each other and then glanced at the table next to them. "Well, that is a shame, and by the way, its Snapchat and Instagram. You'll embarrass yourself further in front of her if you're not careful", Jeremy quickly said as the waitress made her way back to the table to collect the used items. "Have you both enjoyed your refreshments, gentlemen?" she enquired with a smile and gleam in her eyes. "Yes, we enjoyed the food and the view very much, thank you..." John unashamedly replied, as Jeremy rolled his eyes and asked for the bill.

"It's no wonder Sally keeps going off on nights out. She's probably as embarrassed as I am with you, and I don't even live with you!" they chuckled, although John not as much. "I'll get this one Jezza... No don't... put it away, it's my treat this time." Bercow got his wallet out just as the waitress came back and said "Ah, what wonderful timing you have!" as he checked the amount and punched in his numbers on the machine. "You've not put that through expenses, again have you?" Corbyn cautiously asked, giving him a warning look and a rather raised eyebrow. "No, no... not at all... joint account this time... I've learned my lesson there, don't you worry." John looked a little sheepish as they both got up and started making their way towards the benches by a memorial located in the centre of Harrogate.