Years go – long before I was a boy – the Labour Movement was associated with cloth caps and handkerchiefs. One on your head and another round your neck was all you needed. That, and a coal-blackened face.
Nowadays, Labour represents a different kind of person. One who’s probably been to university, is well–educated and wouldn’t be seen dead in a cloth cap.
Yet the Tories don’t seem to have recognised this.
Only yesterday I saw a man – suited, scowling and briefcase in hand – who looked as if he despised the world, because it wasn’t peopled by his ‘type’.
But his ‘type’ is – to coin an election phrase of years ago – yesterday’s man.
Once the Tories wake up to the idea that the composition of Labour has changed, and that many younger people who once voted Tory now see Labour as representing the establishment, we may get a government that reflects the majority of the people and their views.
Until then, we must put up with stereotypes. And, it seems, mediocrity.