The Tory conference was a pseudo-sacred affair, with devotees paying homage in front of Thatcher’s old shrouds — and your reporter, initially barred, only need mention he’d once met her to gain access. But would she consider what was on offer a worthy legacy, asks ANDREW MURRAY

ONE of the accusations that is often made of those of us who work in the House of Commons bubble is that all too often the citizens of the Westminster village attach far too great an importance to the daily activities that make up the parliamentary agenda.
Usually it’s only when reporting back to their activists and constituents that the parliamentarian becomes acutely aware that the fine rhetoric and forensic technical points of debate and skilfully managed votes that you and your fellow MPs are so exercised about and want to shout about have barely registered with anyone except the Hansard writers.
Of course, the big issues of the day such as Brexit are always on the radar, especially via social media, but it can be frustrating to realise that many small but significant pieces of work go on in committee, almost unnoticed.



