My Girlfriend is… a Tory…
Yup, I have to come clean comrades, the wonderful, beautiful, intelligent woman that I share my life with is a one nation Tory, and not a very political one at that.Who went to Public School. And Cambridge. And her mother lives in Surrey.
What she sees in an undereducated state school oik like me is an utter mystery, but I am honoured and proud that she chose me to spend time with.
Despite various filthy suggestions from my (better educated) mates over the last ten months, I have yet to “give her one for the Miners”, or to try to convert this caring, feisty soul. Our backgrounds are very different, yet we both see the good in each other, and her patience is a tribute to her upbringing. Especially when I try to get her to listen to Billy Bragg, or watch Ken Loach films. We are of the same generation, yet we have so little shared experience of the defining period we grew up in – the Eighties. She never cried as the Miners were defeated and marched back, broken but unbowed. No CND badges for her, no shudder of fear in 1987 as a father quietly explained just how scared he was at what Thatcher would do to our nation. No demoralising anguish as John Major won in 1992 .
And yet, I am constantly reminded of just how much we share. How much this country really means to both of us, its countryside, its traditions, its people. I am constantly reminded of just how little of that very British vice, snobbery she has. That beneath all of the political differences, at the root, we both love Britain, and want to see a fairer world, we just differ as to how this can be achieved.
The delightful Lady P has stood by me during these past three months of unemployment, and has demonstrated faith and love when surely wiser counsels would tell he to cut her losses and go.
So heres to you Lady P, blogging widow and independent woman, lets hope we make it through this, and are you really sure I can’t tempt you to the Red corner? xxx