How Brexit has turned into a posh family psychodrama

There have always been rivalries and enmities in politics. Everywhere and always. To recycle the old saying of David Lloyd George, who was no stranger to internecine feuds, there is “no friendship at the top” of politics. Or, as the Labour politician Ernest Bevin remarked when someone said his fellow cabinet minister Herbert Morrison was “his own worst enemy”: “not while I’m alive he ain’t”.

Still, nothing quite compares in its wider macroeconomic impact to the Tory psychodrama soap opera that goes under the working title “Brexit”.

Frankly – and I’d hope to speak for the many – I couldn’t give a fig if the Camerons fell out with the Goves, and they both fell out with the Johnsons, and the Johnsons got divorced, and then one Johnson brother fell out tearfully with the other, and their sister was also upset about everything. Or whatever it is. It’s about as relevant and vital to me as Emmerdale, although the acting in the Yorkshire village is rather more believable than the one in Westminster.

So the fact that the David Cameron was once best friends with Michael Gove, the two men’s families intertwined but now forced apart, leaves me cold. If Samantha Cameron feels as betrayed as her husband at Sarah Vine‘s perfidy, so what? If David can no longer trust George Osborne, who cares? A small earthquake in Notting Hill: few injuries, and no one died.

Except, as I say, that the dynastic nepotistic dynamics are damaging the lives of families far less able to withstand the impact of Brexit.

We are being asked to find some shreds of sympathy for these people who brought their divisions and hatred upon themselves and, more to the point, rain it down on the rest of us too.

Even now, David Cameron is touring the TV studios to tell us all how regretful he is – though he still thinks it’s not his fault. Sarah Vine (also known as the wife of Michael Gove) has got the dirty laundry out all over again. Forgive me if I find it all a bit remote.

One of the things that Theresa May found most distasteful about the so-called Notting Hill set was that its members viewed politics as a game, in which the national interest was always being discarded in favour of some scam to trick the opposition, and where personal rivalries were allowed to drive policy choices. We know now, and fairly conclusively, how right she was to distrust them. (She was not their type.)

It seems, above all, pretty clear that Boris Johnson only decided to join the Leave campaign in 2016 because he calculated that it would lose but that he would emerge as the darling of the Conservative Party.

As Cameron says, he never previously argued in favour of, nor believed philosophically, in Brexit. Similarly, Gove was only as energetic and prominent in the Leave campaign because his old friend David had demoted him from education secretary to chief whip and “failed to acknowledge” his leadership ambitions – referring to Osborne as his chosen obvious successor.

The great irony is that, had Cameron and Osborne gone in harder on Johnson and Gove’s ridiculous claims in the referendum, Leave might not have gotten away with it. They might all still be running the Notting Hill chum-ocracy and gossiping at each other’s dinner parties about the hopelessness of Theresa May. Instead, Cameron refused to engage in “blue on blue” combat and the nation was much the poorer for it – as well as leaving the old gang split asunder and all of them feeling a bit bereft.

What a pity we’ve all been given parts as extras in their private psychodrama.