But what if wrestling with Fuzzy Wuzzies was your life? What must it do to your psychology to deal with the seedy lack of scruple which one finds in politics, day-in, day-out?
One of my old tutors at Oxford was at college with a Tory former Cabinet minister, whom he'd known as good, warm company. He ran into him having not seen him for a number of years and they shared a drink. He said he left feeling quite chilled: his old friend's eyes were dead, even whilst the rest of his face was animated.
Can you imagine what you'd feel like if you had to deal with Brown-Balls regularly? Dead eyes would be a minimum level of desensitisation I would have thought.
Serendipitously, I've come across this entry in Auberon Waugh's diaries for this date in 1985. He's explaining why he finds drinking water 'a strangely unnerving experience':
What put me off in the first place was when I discovered the human body is composed of 98% water. This means you only have to add 2% - perhaps a few tablespoonfuls - of Hattersley Essence (for instance) to a bathful of water and out will climb the repulsive, farting Opposition Spokesman on Economic Affairs, ready to make a conceited speech describing himself as a Dream Ticket.
A similarly minute quantity of some other extract and you have Mrs Thatcher or Mrs Shirley Williams; add a touch of black treacle or soot and you have Lord Gowrie. The only thing these people have in common is that they are all made of water. Nothing will convince me it is a healthy substance to drink.
I think we can guess what the addition to bathwater of a certain admixture containing rancid butter might produce.
Anyway, must move on!