The question has been asked of me: ‘Why are you such a cruel and terrible mother that you can refer to your first born as “Tory Boy”?’
My answer: ‘Huh?’
It was all ignorance, you see. Not being a fan of Harry Enfield, I didn’t know he had a monster of a character called Tory Boy. I was pretty horrified when I found out; so horrified, I couldn’t stop laughing for days.
Tory Boy has been a real Tory Boy this past weekend. He attended the Conservatives’ Spring Conference in Brighton. Yes, that Brighton, where they blew up Margaret Thatcher and where the name ‘Tory Boy’ can have a whole other meaning. He went with three other idealists and they stayed in Worthing and bused in to the conference. He had a fabulous time.
He met some of his heroes, including William Hague. He had a long chat with Michael Gove, who came up to him next day and told TB that he had used some of his ideas in his speech! He stayed in the empty conference hall after George Osborne‘s speech and noticed he had left his notes behind on the lectern. I’m not saying anything that might reflect badly on the future Prime Minister of the World (teachers – look out; Tory Boy is coming to get you), but let’s just say that if Mr Osborne went back to find the notes, if he wasn’t looking in Tory Boy’s trousers, he was looking in the wrong place.
Ah yes: larceny and deception. What a wonderful MP my son will one day make. I always knew he’d bring shame on the family.
Still, it could have been so much worse: at least he’s not a vegetarian.
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