If you’re sitting at home, trying to remember what the last batch of Tories were like, help is at hand. I can bring all those memories flooding back:
Now, doesn’t that give you a nice warm feeling all over? Like the time you tried to slit your wrists in the bath ?
But never fear, dear reader. Just put your cross in the wrong box tomorrow and, on Friday, you can start to enjoy the class of 2010: Same old lovely, trustworthy, salt-of-the-earth sort of chaps.
I say you can enjoy it, I shall be under the duvet crying into my bottle of scotch. Put the cat out for me, would you ?