Can you hear that repetitive, dull clanging? That is the sound of a bare-footed Tim Farron pacing around the dustbin of history, banging his Birkenstocks on the wall, desperate for attention. “We can become the official party of opposition” squeaks Farron with Pavlovian regularity. Who is he kidding? To go from 8 MPs to over 100 is fanciful. I doubt that parliamentary administrators are feverishly re-writing the rules on wearing sandals in the chamber, in preparation for the Liberal Democrat surge.
We shouldn’t expect too much from someone whose moral compass was calibrated in the newsroom of Kelvin Mackenzie at the Sun in the late 1980s. Morgan’s fast-track apprenticeship in soaking-up Mackenzie’s insidious brand of bonk journalism and fake news has been a feature of his career and runs through him like a stick of Blackpool rock, staining everything he touches.
UKIP have borrowed a phrase from the President-elect, Donald Trump, and applied it literally in selecting their new leader. Once party members had been given the opportunity to ‘drain the swamp’, the last man standing was the divested of intellect and bone-idle MEP, Paul Nuttall.