The Generation Game

This is Loadasmoney's time of political maturity.

Yet who is the Conservative Prime Minister born in the 1960s, probably the only Prime Minister of either party who will ever have born in that decade?

More to the point, what is he? Is he a beneficiary of council house sales and Big Bang? Hardly! It is no wonder that they hate him.

But what can they do? He has given their party its first overall majority in 23 years.

For all the good that that does them personally, of course. PPSes, if they are lucky. MPs if they are lucky, even.

The candidates who will be selected in this Parliament will be younger than they are. And an awful lot posher.

Meanwhile, what about the other side?

There, things have wholly unexpectedly take something of a turn for the better.

Many of us watched the Labour Party being stolen from under us by those of our contemporaries who belonged in boy bands.

Yet the next Leader will first have been elected to Parliament on the same day as Tony Blair and Gordon Brown, will be older even than they, and will be as far removed as it is possible to imagine from those braindead pretty-boys with no conversation beyond football.

Naturally, the Eighties generation will give way to the Nineties generation. In the former case, the Bullingdon Boys have seen off the barrow boys.

We had assumed that something similar would occur in the next wave. And it will. It is already doing so.

But most certainly not in the direction that even those of us who have been the victims for 20 years had assumed would be the case.

Those of you who were merely too cool for the Tories at the universities to which you were inexplicably admitted, clear your desks full of adolescent rubbish, and get out.

Please, Mr Corbyn, may I throw them out of the upstairs window?