I’ve always believed that you don’t vote for yourself.
Because I’m a pretty resourceful guy, one blessed to be earning a good living and who doesn’t mind paying his taxes. I’m fine. I’d rather vote to help the poorest, the most marginalised in society. So it often pains me to live and work down here in the Tory heartland of south Buckinghamshire.
You might recall how, a couple of years ago, I wrote about my altercation in the butcher’s shop queue with some Tory diehards who were expressing sympathy for “poor old Boris” because he’d got “lumbered” with Brexit and Covid.
