Keeping track of Conservative party plotters is becoming like keeping track of Hollywood abusers during the #MeToo peak. Having notched up three prime ministers in two years, there have now been so many of them, given to such grotesque feats of self-indulgence, that you can no longer even quite remember who has been exposed as one. Or, indeed, has exposed themselves as one.
Much as I once did with rogue entertainment horrors, I find myself glimpsing a photo of this or that backbencher or former minister and thinking: “Is he …? Did I read something saying he was …? Or was that the other one …?” You really need flash cards to keep across it.
