by Conservative member Denys Finch Hatton
THE dead wood – women, people of colour, wets, nutters – has been whittled away. But who will be the last ever Conservative in Downing Street?
The battle between the traditionally chinless Hunt and the boldly two-chinned Johnson will rage, but only one man can bury forever like nuclear waste the prospect of any Conservative winning an election ever again.
The man who as Health and Culture Secretary made it his job to ensure that neither health nor culture remained as viable options, he saved the public purse millions.
Has a natural advantage in negotiations and interviews because everyone is constantly afraid of calling him the Anglo-Saxon variation of his surname, and therefore distracted.
Was unable to completely destroy the NHS as health minister, so will be unlikely to finish the job as PM.
Beneath a veneer of shambling incompetence beats the arrhythmic heart of a politician of shambling incompetence.
A grand institution like the Tories deserves to go out with a bang and with a track record of lying, adultery, ill-fated Thames crossings and Brexiting for personal profit Boris would consign them to oblivion in spectacular style.
It should be someone who’s had a nanny, really. For old times’ sake.