Opinion / Robert Bound
Toast? He’s eaten it all
There have been notable casualties in Westminster’s Brexit battles but few members of parliament will be missed as much as Sir Nicholas Soames, who will step down at the next – likely imminent – general election. He is a Conservative who might look like a pinstriped talisman of Tory tradition but has also been the sort of nuanced Europhile that only Winston Churchill’s grandson could be (he is).
Nuance, however, is an adjective fairly freshly ascribed to the member for Mid Sussex. In the media Soames has been known, over a 37-year parliamentary career, for his love of lunch and the ladies – sometimes in that order.
He was one of the few remaining parliamentary gourmands until a few years ago when he crash-dieted to become racing-snake slim but not before being told, during a parliamentary debate on the Millennium Dome in the late 1990s, that, instead of the Dome, the mother of all new-year exhibitions could be held in his own capacious underpants. Soames rode out nicknames of “Bunter”, “Two Lunches” and the simple “Fatty” with a genial smile.
That we live in straitened times is moot; that we live in less colourful ones, surely not. A cabal of posturing Edwardians is not the same as parliamentarians of genuine character. Soames’s short, likely farewell, speech in the House of Commons brought a tear to the eye as well, of course, as a laugh as he poked, “His right honourable friend the prime minister, the leader of the house and other members of the cabinet whose serial disloyalty has been such an inspiration to so many of us.”
Best of all for Soames-watchers, though, was that which was dished up to describe his love-making technique by a former girlfriend. What was it like making love to the big man? “Like being fallen on by a wardrobe,” she once said. “With the key still in it.” A toast, then, to nuance and its lack.