Paradoxical I know, but I must first explain that there’s little point in my writing this, and somebody else should.
Paradoxical I know, but I must first explain that there’s little point in my writing this, and somebody else should.
The column it’s futile for me to write sounds a warning about the mess we’re making of MPs’ pay and allowances; and the danger not only that we discourage capable men and women from considering a political career, but that we relegate the status of politics and its practitioners in a way that may reverberate through generations to come. The Independent Parliamentary Standards Authority (IPSA), paralysed by the hysteria over MPs’ expenses that gave birth to it, is behaving with bone-headed insensitivity.
So why am I the wrong man to write this? Because I was an MP. Readers refuse to accept that I’m a disinterested party.
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