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IF THERE is one thing that the ordinary Conservative backbencher enjoys above all others it’s getting into a bit of a spat with his, or her, colleagues.
It might well be full-blown dong-dong like those we saw over Europe a few years ago or it might be a minor affair such a tiff in the tearoom over who has got the cleanest moat, should lady’s slippers be called mules or will the Eton Wall Game be declared and Olympic sport but they do like a bit of a Barney amongst themselves.
So no more than a week in office and having only just got used to the feel of the carpet of the chamber under their feet and they’re at it all ready.
This time it is all about exactly who can attend meetings of the 1922 Committee.
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