In a crowded field, who is the most insufferable MP?
The Palace of Westminster, already beset by crumbling finials, has developed a damp problem. Nothing to do with bricks and mortar. We are talking about moral wetness. Has the elected House ever contained a soggier crew? Hand-wringers abound. They demand ‘apostrophe laws’ named after victims of misfortune and then announce that ‘Mavis’s mum’ – or whoever that week’s unfortunate might be – ‘is with us today’. Everyone scans the galleries to coo. And sometimes even clap. The campaigns they espouse may, per se, be virtuous. What sticks in the gullet is the expropriation of goodness, the pushing of parliamentary debate away from flinty reality toward an emotive gloop better suited