Why Tory PMs love a scruffy shuff ler

DOMINIC Cummings, with his lowslung jeans and T-shirts, reminds me of David Cameron’s once-great pal Steve Hilton, who liked to hang around Downing Street in flip-flops and a hoodie. Why do modern male Tory Prime Ministers always need to have a scruffy bloke shuffling around beside them? Are these determinedly shambolic- looking guys supposed to act as avatars, housing the real rebel heart of a maverick disruptor disguised beneath the PM’s mandatory suits?