In a church hall in Westminster, the first meeting of a breakaway group of Conservative MPs took place. Chaos Anonymous. Word had got round and one by one the MPs shuffled in – helping themselves to coffee and biscuits from the greeters – trying not to catch one another’s eye. Come 10am, there were at least 20 derelict Tories in the room. Shame hung heavy in the air. The first sign of something approaching self-awareness.
“My name’s Rish! and I’m an addict.’
