Among the ephemera that daily flit across my screen is the ‘news’ that The Honourable Jacob Rees-Mogg, a more than comfortably wealthy man and Member of Parliament for the constituency of North East Somerset, is in the running for imminent leadership of the Conservative and Unionist Party. Only a couple of weeks ago, so I am informed, the Odds were 50 to1 against. Now they are 10 to 1 against.
This wouldn’t surprise me in the least. In the House, he lounges long lean and lanky at the end of a bench far from the madding crowd of hopefuls squabbling at the dispatch box. When he speaks, his well modulated tones betray him. He really is so very very far from the common herd surrounding him. His beautifully crafted dark suit, almost antediluvian in style, declaims a tailor of exquisite eminence. Give him a top hat and he would meld into place among the Victorian grandees of government from the Tory shires.
In short, he’s just the sort of man the Tory ladies at Conference would vote for at the hustings.
What a change that would be for the country! Real Tory and Real Labour, individuals of character and integrity, facing each other across the Chamber.
Perchance to dream - ay, there’s the rub …
fc oxon 2017 july 16 sunday
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