The article she cowrote with her husband is extremely funny. Politics is mostly an aesthetic for her.

I have always loved to talk to Tories because leftists — including myself — scream so much. Andrew says it is a sexual fetish that exposes me as a Tory in denial. I suppose that is possible, but I think it is more likely that I need conflict to feel calm; and, if I cannot shout at people in print, shouting at them — at him — is as good. We almost came to blows over homelessness last month. This aside, I find his conservatism exotic. I love the other detritus of his Toryism; it has a theme-park quality to it. Before I married I had never eaten a home-baked cake, read a parish magazine or shared a pillow with a dog.

We were a red/blue house until Jeremy Corbyn appeared, then we became a yellow/blue house. I am distraught about Labour’s fall into Jew-hatred, but I do not hate Corbyn quite enough to vote Tory. I will not give him the power to make me maim myself. I think about it, and I fantasise about it, but I know I will not be able to do it on the day.

Instead I campaign for the Liberal Democrats, a party I broadly agree with — although I think we should leave the EU, since we voted to, which makes me a pretty weird Liberal Democrat — and hope that it pushes politics somewhere in the direction I would like it to go.