AS THE most tumultuous, cataclysmic and risibly farcical month in the recent history of British politics proceeds at pace it was tempting to think that nothing else could possibly occur to make the situation more ludicrous.

That however was to factor without prospective Tory leadership candidate Andrea Leadsom.

The hitherto peripheral Energy Minister appears to be revelling in her new-found, and most likely short-lived, celebrity status.

So much so that, in a move which went from the bizarre to the surreal — totally bypassing the sublime on the way — Leadsom, who now seems to believe she is the reincarnation of Boudicca and Britannia, led a “demonstration” through central London.

The former banker and true-blue Conservative led what was described as an “anti-Establishment” demo, which is surely in breach of the Trades Description Act if nothing else.

Leadsom and her fatuous cohort were calling for, well, for her to be PM and Tory leader.

So, not exactly the Jarrow marchers then. More like the Harrow mincers.

The sight of Leadsom and her cronies, including Northern Ireland Secretary Theresa Villiers, who should perhaps have been more aware than most when it comes to the contentious nature of marching, taking to the streets was beyond surreal and well into Barking territory.

The hilarious part was that you knew they’d seen demonstrations — mainly against them, but you could tell that they just didn’t quite understand the concept.

It is well known that Tories only gather in numbers, like crows, to destroy one of their own — or, in the case of the annual conference, the country.

All that was missing was a pithy chant, something along the lines of: “What does one want? What one feels oneself to be entitled to! When does one want it? Soonest.”