The Last Days of the Southern Drawl

By the end of my life, there may be no one left who speaks like my father outside the hollers and the one-horse towns.

Here are Quentin Letts’ gloriously irreverent caricatures from the past year at Westminster. So can you guess his victims?

Luckily, though, there’s been one man who has found shafts of humour among the dross – our peerless sketchwriter Quentin ...