British politics revolves around an imagined voter. It is this voter who stops Labour moving too close, too quickly to Europe, even if practically every Labour voter would support rejoining the EU—forget faffing about with a veterinary deal or a customs union. It is this voter who stops the Conservatives offering much to people in their former heartlands of well-to-do southern England. It is the prospect of this voter’s departure to the likes of Reform that gives both Labour and the Conservatives the heebie-jeebies. Where does this voter live? In the graveyard, usually.