Some participants in the Westminster Village election stakes, especially that of the Tory Party, are very busy stuffing socks into their mouths to stop the horse-laughs from echoing up and down the Commons’ Lobbies.
Prospective M.P.’s. We’ve all met the type, but of two differing and very different backgrounds and upbringing.
The prospective Labour candidate, pockets full of Tribune and Guardian cuttings, clutching a ‘Socialist Worker’ pamphlet under his arm, standing as a candidate in seats long condemned by the Labour hierarchy as totally unwinnable. Why does he stand? Because he believes with a red-hot urge that he could carry the Labour flame onwards and for ever! Usually but not always from a comprehensive education background, he’s attended a modern University, and has cut his teeth on local Party Politics from the age of fourteen. He has not been corrupted, yet!
Then we see a typical Tory Constituency candidate. He too ‘knows’ that he is destined to be an M.P., but his knowledge comes from the fact that his father was one, or his uncle; it’s a sort of ‘family business’ idea. He is a member of the local Young Farmers, he probaly went to either Eton or Marlborough, thence to either Oxford or Cambridge, where he might have steered clear of the Bullingdon set, if he was lucky enough.( those pictures can be most embarrassing!). He knows most of the chosen Constituency Party Association by first name, and may even prove to be a moderately successful M.P. if selected and elected.
And then there is the ‘Chosen Son’ type, of which a few exist on both sides of the Speaker’s chair. Independently wealthy, brought up in circumstances so far adrift of everyday working people as to be almost from a different universe. He has dabbled in Environmental Politics and ‘Green Issues’, dislikes Europe intensely because they want to control his wealth and companies, which sometimes just don’t gel with the ‘Caring Image’ he likes to project. Married to a woman wealthy in her own right, he exudes polish, personality and ‘our sort’ of candidate! Unfortunately, his passage towards a so-called ‘safe seat’ has been imperilled by the fact that he has been, and is being unfaithful to his wife. Our Uber-wealthy Zac Goldsmith, who seems to have inherited his father’s arrogance as well as all his cash, was placed before a Media monitor, who was supposed to grill him with the type of questions he might be faced with during a selection or Election battle.
Big ‘Zac’ was asked ‘You cheated on your wife. What’s to stop you cheating on your constituents?’ and of course was unable to coherently reply. A pity when your ambition is foiled by your Zipper!