There are myriad reasons I don't want Michael Gove as prime minister, but the fact that he used cocaine 20 years ago isn't one of them.

My husband has this horrendous notion of what Judgement Day will be like. Everyone we know, plus God and a bunch of strangers, will be in a big cinema and our entire life will be played out on the big screen.

How many of us wouldn't die of shame for at last one thing, if not many more, we have said and done in our lives

I am fed up of people - politicians, celebrities or anyone else in the public eye, being hounded for something that they did in their past. That applies exponentially according to the age they were and, more important, whether they have changed negative behaviour and attitudes.

I don't know how long it is going to take to choose a new Conservative leader but I hope it is soon and I hope that we can get on with our lives.

I don't know who half the candidates are.

I first "met" Boris Johnston on the TV series Have I Got News For You.

He was bumbling, charming and so very funny. He reminded me of New Zealand's Tim Shadbolt, a professional mayor - "I don't care where as long as I am mayor." Tim once caused a furore when he used his mayoral Daimler to tow his concrete mixer.

He was voted in as mayor of New Zealand's most southerly city, Invercargill, and, eventually, did a pretty good job of it.

The big difference is that Tim ran a town, not a country. He was never Foreign Secretary. Boris was and he did an appalling job of it. Tim never made racist remarks - or remarks that could be construed as racist.

I might like Rory Stewart as our leader. He is second only to former Lib Dem leader Tim Farron in the number of press releases he sends out relating to Cumbrian issues. You get the feeling that he might sit in Parliament but would still be an active MP for his constituency.

I've only just heard about his life, by the way, and if we want a leader with life experience, everyone else can stand aside.

Brad Pitt wants to make a story of his life starring Orlando Bloom.

He was born in Hong Kong, the son of a British spy. He went to Eaton, was a tutor to the young Princes William and Harry. He joined the army and served in Afghanistan and then did a hike from Pakistan to Afghanistan, picking up a Bafta for a documentary on his way. Oh, and by the way, he delivered his first child by himself!

And he smoked an opium pipe at an Afghanistan wedding. Oh no! I wonder what would have happened if heroes of the Old West had refused to smoke the peace pipe with Geronimo?

Anyway, my column is hardly likely to sway and election and I am sorry, I am not going to join the Conservatives to get a vote.

I am just saying, though, that it would be nice to have someone way down south who even knows Cumbria exists.

What could that do for us?