If politicians have souls - and that is far from certain - then this book ought to benefit my chances in the afterlife. From the West End's lap dancing clubs to Brighton's bordellos, from suburban extra-marital affairs to orgies just off the M25, 'Anonymous' proves that power - no matter how small - really is the ultimate aphodisiac.

'They say that confession is good for the soul. If politicians have souls - and that is far from certain - then this book ought to benefit my chances in the afterlife. I am, indeed, a politician...'

So begins an honest, witty and bawdy expose of the sexual lives that simmer behind the stuffy doors of the palace of Westminster. Our guide, 'Anonymous' confesses his own sordid misdemeanors, while subtly showing how the people elected to help govern us are as falliable and as frisky as the rest of us. From the West End's lap dancing clubs to Brighton's bordellos, from suburban extra-marital affairs to orgies just off the M25, 'Anonymous' proves that power - no matter how small - really is the ultimate aphodisiac.