
‘Sir’ Ed Davey’s Lib Dems are the real nasty party
Growing up in 1970s working-class Bristol (before it went all poke: posh and woke) life was so tribal that you could get beaten up at school as a general election approached if it somehow emerged that your parents wouldn’t be voting Labour. (Our local MP for Bristol South-East was the dashing young Tony Benn, so you can see why we got a bit carried away.) Even more remarkable, you could be given a dry slap solely for not knowing who the correct candidate was during a council election; I’ll never forget a fearsome few weeks when a gang of boys went around the playground getting hold of other boys and
