Thank Heavens for Godfrey Bloom

I was at a funeral on Friday and so late catching-up with the latest entertainment provided by UKIP. But, gosh, thank heavens for Godfrey Bloom. Not just because he and his ilk have injected some welcome craziness into British politics – the circus always needs new clowns – but because by doing so they have reminded us of the stakes involved.

Bloom – last heard decrying aid squandered on feckless Bongo Bongo Land – one-upped himself with his talk of sluts who fail to clean their kitchens properly. Sure, there was something refreshing about hearing Nigel Farage admit all this amounted to a disaster for UKIP but the bigger point is that it should concentrate Tory minds.

Far too many Tories seem to think UKIP might be rascals but rascals-with-their-heart-in-the-right-place. A little crude, a little uncouth but fundamentally decent types. You might not want to see them too often but they add to the gaiety of family life.