They say that ‘power is an aphrodisiac’ but it would appear that its ability to increase sexual desires and potency has no effect on those upon whom those desires are directed. Other than revulsion, possibly fear and disgust. Well, it does in the Conservative Party, where in this year alone, no less than 5 ministers have lost their jobs and/or parliamentary seats due to ‘sleaze’, generally, predatory sexual assault in the more specific. All men, obviously, and all abusing their relative position of power to intimidate, intoxicate and sexually harass. Whether they’re gay or straight (or anything else) is pretty irrelevant. The crime is the same. Being posh doesn’t render the crime either harmless or victimless. Being raped by someone with impeccable manners is not much consolation.

So we need to know whether these men, these all-powerful masters of the universe, those who RUN OUR COUNTRY, were predatory abusers before they joined the Conservative Party or whether there is something in the Tory constitution which seems to enable and empower such behaviour. Surely they are not driven by a leadership which implies all the time that ‘whatever you can get away with is fair game’, and that the only crime ever is to get caught. That’s the old ‘correlation, not causation’ effect, I feel. Because offences of this nature predate Boris. Thus there is either something inherent in the very DNA of a Conservative which is corrupt and evil or, once catalysed by a modicum of power, the seeds of perverted monster become manifest. Never womanifest. Must be chromosomal. But its a bit much when your elected representative, all suave and charm and compassion and insight, becomes the Yorkshire Ripper once seated on the blue side of Westminster.

Generally not a great day for England. We lost the rugby in Perth this morning to the Aussies, never a good start to a day. Then Katie Boulder lost at Wimbledon, followed by Liam Broady. All the great white (just their attire, obvs) hopes reduced to dust. Never mind, there’s always Heather Watson and Cameron Norrie. They’re tennis players, if ya don’t know. Bloody good ones. I played against Rachie this morning, she’s over for a bit from Berlin. And if she wins, she’s English, if she loses, she’s an honorary kraut. Look, I don’t make these rules. As we don’t score it always makes ruling ‘the winner’ a bit tricky anyway.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx