My brother-i-law was a Tory MP, and through him I had a glimpse into this ghastly world, of phonies, all stabbing each other in the back, with massive personas, which they would perform all the time. Like Major's bastards. Some of them could be nice people also, in the right context. It's just the way that the world works, I thought. I also worked with a guy who became a Labour MP, not so much of a phoney, but barking mad, really.