After nearer 30 years than 20, Nigel Farage has withdrawn from the electoral fray. As have I. And for the same reason, since he has been elected to Parliament exactly as many times as I have. Unlike me, he has never been elected to anything under his own name rather than on a party list. He had no role in the official Leave campaign that has gone on to take over the country.
At 43, I am the age at which one Labour and one Conservative Prime Minister have attained that office in my adult lifetime. I have now been older than two MPs for this seat, again one of each party. I am resigned to the inevitability of Conservative public schoolboys as Prime Minister for the rest of my life.
But with the Conservatives now economically to the left of Labour as a matter of simple fact, and all-conqueringly more popular as a result, what matters is to get what we want out of the Conservative public schoolboys who already were Prime Minister or who were positioning themselves to make a bid for it.
I am beavering away on the creation of our think tank, of our Fellowships at one or more sympathetic universities, of our qualification for aspirant parliamentary candidates of any party or none, of our weekly current affairs magazine, of our fortnightly satirical magazine, of our monthly cultural review, of our quarterly academic journal, and of our arrangements to secure representation on public bodies by bypassing the weedy brains of the Liberal Establishment and the brainless brawn of the municipal Labour Right.
Contrary to appearances, Farage is not old enough to be my father. Since he is still going to be on television and what have you, what, exactly, will he now be doing?
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