Since the campaign that brought Margaret Thatcher into power, I have not been remotely excited by electioneering.

The kissing of babies with Papal reverence has now been swapped for dragging one’s long suffering spouse around.

Spin was something done with a yarn – nothing changed there then!

A Prime Minister is not some wondrous omnipresent character from Dr Who, a sage or wizard spiriting up wise and wonderful projects, and solutions.

But really the clue is in the title – prime, like beef.

He is not the only minister in the joint, not a president or a king, just the mouthpiece for a team.

We must not judge the frontman by his TV charisma, like it’s an audition for the X Factor.

The policies of the whole party, their past reputations of jobs done, well or poorly, and future intentions are the yardstick voters must judge by.

Mike Roberts-Butler, Dolbery Road, Poole