Like some hero facing an arch enemy in fiction, my attitude to the Conservative Party, whilst primarily seeing them as opponents, is a rather convoluted one. I tend to respect the old Macmillan/Heathite sort, not because of their politics (although Harold Macmillan is the only Conservative Prime Minister who I regard myself as being closest to politically), but because of their stereotypical gentleman-like attitude to doing things.
There are still many individual Tories whom I do respect, at local, national, and indeed at blogging level. I have said before that if I was ever at the same election count as, say Iain Dale or Tim Roll-Pickering and the Tories were having a bad night. I would certainly not commiserate, but I would certainly be courteous enough to buy them a drink and give some kind words.
But then you get the other sort. The sort who remind you why you personally dislike the Conservative Party, let alone professionally or politically. Those who remind you why they ended up with the nickname "The Nasty Party". The sort who if you came across them at election counts where Labour were winning, there would be a huge temptation to verbally rub their faces in it! Those bovver boys who lack that small, but vital political necessity called Good Manners which has nothing to do with being a "Middle Class snob" as some of the self made among them like to think.
Kerron describes them well here, and indeed Kelvin Mackenzie said something similar in his Sun column on Thursday. For all David Cameron's talk of the Tories penetrating "No go areas", he seems to have little control over the many Conservatives who make nasty and rude comments about Scotland, Liverpool, Wales and anywhere else where they find it hard, if not impossible, to win seats. The problem for the Tories is, that people in those areas tend to have very long memories.