I just watched Boris Johnson’s speech to the Tory Party conference. This might sound harsh and juvenile, but I find myself wishing every person in that hall, every selfish, self-centred arrogant fop, a slow, agonising death. Of course, I don’t actually mean it, deep down, but it goes to show the revulsion i now feel for this party. I find myself thinking they deserve it for the pain they are inflicting on the less fortunate of this country; they deserve it for arrogantly believing they are doing the right thing; they deserve it for driving so many people with disabilities to suicide by forcing them into work. The number of horror stories I have heard is staggering, but what appals me about the tories is that they don’t give a damn. As long as they can lower taxes and decrease regulation so their rich friends can get richer, people like Lyn and me can starve. Thus to see Johnson, like Osbourne yesterday, stand there in Birmingham, patting himself on the back trying to legitimise and justify what they are doing, chilled me to the core. While it was right to praise the Olympics as a great success, and while Boris may amuse us, we must not forget he is a member of a party currently inflicting great hardship on the most impoverished and needy in this country. I cannot forget that, and that’s why I can’t help wishing that bunch of arrogant snobs such ill.