What is your thing? You know, your THING. If your friends were asked, what would they say? That you’re good with dogs? Dogs always know. That you can cook effortlessly well, without panic? That you can walk on your hands or recite the names of all kings and queens of England, post-Norman conquest? Everybody has their thing. Chimps do, as we’ll discover.
What would happen if you lost it? What if the immutable just dissolved?
It’s where we are now. For as long as I can remember the Conservative and Unionist Party of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland have thought of themselves as the natural party of government. Such is the power of their thundering self-belief and ability to embed the idea so indelibly in the national consciousness that it has been set as a given. They have won a huge number of elections through the 20th and 21st century.
But now, the wall is crumbling. It does not feel like we are being led by a party of government. And when perception grips it becomes reality.
It’s all a bit 1996, all very in office but not in power. Except without the promise of a new Oasis album or a grand plan from the opposition to rebuild.
Everywhere around the echoes sound – the dodgy dealings, the nest-feathering, the unstoppable inequality growth and rising poverty with its dark consequences, the NHS on the brink, an education system that is spiralling, the justice system that can’t cope, the sense that tin hats are on the chosen few for the last chopper out of Saigon and damn the rest of us.