Our local Tory candidate’s leaflet was the most disturbing of them all

‘Oh, it’s you!’ said the builder boyfriend to the Tory MP in his shooting jacket, as he made his way down the street handing out leaflets.

The BB was standing outside his builder’s yard in suburban south-west London where he enjoys a good argument at election time. During the referendum campaign, he fixed a placard to his roof declaring his support for Brexit. When the London lefties walked past visibly struggling with their gag reflex, he disgusted them further by bidding them good morning in a cheerful, courteous tone.

If they did stop to argue, they would soon regret it, as the BB is not to be argued with. He simply machine-guns you with facts.

What the Remoaners in his street hate most of all is his grasp of the detail. He has a razor-sharp mind, a photographic memory for figures and an in-depth understanding of historical events that would rival an Oxford don.