Will we soon see Harriet Harman shopping in Iceland while wearing a shell-suit and sporting, just above the cleft of her buttocks, the tattoo of a leaping dolphin? The fragrant one has been assuring journalists of her bona fide blue collar credentials. Well, actually, in fairness, that’s not quite what she said. She merely insisted that she was ‘not as posh as Samantha Cameron’ and not ‘landed gentry’. Harriet was very expensively educated and is the niece of the 7th Earl of Longford — so gentry, then, if not quite landed.
But I suppose from Harriet’s vantage point this makes her sort of normal, even if from the vantage point of really normal people the distance in acquired affluence between Harriet and Samantha is on the quantum level, the sort of distances detectable only at CERN. I suppose Sam thinks she’s normal because she’s not, actually, the Queen, although I have never heard say of this. But this is the usual recourse of the immensely privileged, to minimise in their own minds the extent of that privilege, so that they can pretend they got where they got purely on merit. I don’t buy it.