Julie Burchill.

You spend so much of your post-pubescent years wondering what it will feel like, building it up as this big thing – and then it’s all over in a minute and you wonder what all the fuss was about; voting Conservative, that is.

Last week I greatly enjoyed my stint at being not a Shy Tory but a Wry Tory, which means I know very well what Boris Johnson is but, as the Shangri-Las sang, “He’s good-bad – but not evil!” There were no saviours here – adults shouldn’t need saviours anyway (???) – but a vast number of Labour voters took a deep breath and put their X in an alien box, thus choosing the good-bad bounder over the evil Jew-baiting racist.

I was proud to be one of them. Brought up in a Communist household... DT. Julie Burchill.