Conservative Party Conference, day one: In Search of Lost Tories
The first thing that strikes you is how youthful it all is. Gaggles of young men in suits mill around, greeting people they only half remember, trying their best to look and sound important. Compared to the surrounding streets of central Birmingham, it is noticeably white and noticeably affluent. You catch privately educated pronunciation from passers by; well dressed young women in trouser suits and heels click past while the blue suits laugh loudly at their own jokes. The ICC is a cavernous, impersonal space, buzzing and humming with a thousand background conversations. The main lobby cuts like a gorge between balconies, windows, and mezzanines rising several stories above on both sides. Like an airport, it is a neutral liminal space where everyone is either waiting or already on their way somewhere else. Soviet sized banners of the four leadership candidates - Kemi Badenoch, James Cleverly, Robert Jenrick, and Tom Tugendhat - smile benevolently down at us, less like the propaga...