To the Liberal Party of John Howard, Turnbull is like a handsome stranger who turns up on a cruise boat. He’s charming, witty, erudite, and happy to buy the drinks. So why, oh why, do they hang back? It can’t be a “new money” thing. The Liberal Party does not have the same sensitivity to this as does the UK Conservative Party, where it was once disparagingly said of Margaret Thatcher’s challenger Michael Heseltine that he “bought his own furniture.”
It’s more a “new membership” thing. The Liberal Party is like a gentleman’s club. Anyone can join and be treated politely. But after a few years, when you notice you’re not getting anywhere, it might occur to you that you are not quite the ticket. To some in the Liberal Party, Turnbull is not quite the ticket.
Annabel Crabb, “Stop at Nothing: The Life and Adventures of Malcom Turnbull,” in Quarterly Essay 34.
The buying his own furniture line kills me. That’s some Blair Waldorf shit.