It's extraordinary that the Conservative Party is almost openly starting the hustings for the election of a new leader before the existing one has even lost the general election. The reason for his sudden snap at May and Gove, Huhne suggests in the Guardian, is "that he does not want to be fought over as if he were a warm corpse. He is not dead yet, and does not take kindly to infighting that suggests senior Conservatives are already jockeying for position post-Cameron."
Cameron typifies the role of the Etonian upper classes as being utterly useless at anything of importance. At the start of the second world war, the British army was led exclusively by such men; charming chaps, who knew which fork to use but couldn't win a battle for a pipe of port. As the BEF set off for France their commander the Lord Gort took his sword, his charger, grooms and servants. As Gort fled back to Blighty in the teeth of the German advance, the poor horse was shot on the quayside, thus ending the briefest period of active service for a warhorse. By the time we returned to Normandy in 1944 in the words of a contemporary "The Gentlemen are out and the Players are in". The old upper class had been replaced at almost all levels of higher command of the army by capable, hardy and effective Grammar school boys and those of the provincial Yeoman classes, by Saffies and Canucks, men who may not have been adept at peeling quails' eggs but who could turn a battle.
Cameron is the Lord Gort of our time. Brave but stupid and ineffective, leading the nation to defeat. Now is not the time for Osborne, another from the same drawer; his ship has sailed. The Conservative Party now needs a Player like Montgomery (St Pauls School). And that may even mean another woman.