IF THE CAP FITS, ROBERT...

EXPENSIVELY privately educated Robert Halfon’s prolier-than-thou pitch of the Tories as the workers’ party was always laughable.

The sacked minister’s street cred was undermined by the disclosure he’d enjoyed an affair with a younger Conservative while invoicing taxpayers for a stay in the plush East India Club near Buckingham Palace.

Smearing Sunderland football fans as “scumbag hooligans” screamed snobby sneering and led to a grovelling apology. And accepting hefty financial support from a controversial Ukrainian tycoon hardly showed solidarity with the blue-collar downtrodden. Halfon voting to keep the pay cap on nurses and teachers proved conclusively whose side he’s on.

Yet it’s his call to slash international aid to fund any future rises which reveals the unpleasant, true character of this UKIP-lite Tory. To propose the world’s poor must first be sacrificed when Halfon backs huge tax cuts for corporations and fatcats isn’t to be a workers’ party but the nastiest party.