There is nothing a politician loves more than a bus. They’re so versatile. You can paint slogans on them when you want your lies immortalised, and colour them pink to indicate (Harriet Harman, how could you? Circa 2015) that you’re a great big feminist.
You can get an open-top bus if you want to look racy (Lee Anderson, nearly taking his own head off on a motorway, last week), but most of all, you can stand in front of one.
