"Nobody likes a Tory mayor."Presumably some people must like a Tory mayor or Boris would never have been elected.
What Carthy means, of course, is that no one in the circles in which she moves would dare admit to voting Conservative .
It reminds me of an interview with Martin Amis reprinted in Nick Cohen's recent collection Waiting for the Etonians:
A passage from the opening of his 1995 novel The Information presciently captured the conformism of middle-class liberal opinion long before it was arrayed against him. At the end of the long period of Tory rule, Richard, the wretched hero, is visiting the Holland Park mansion of Gwyn Barry, a literary rival who, unconscionably, has become an immense success. Richard’s envy is heightened when he walks into the study to find a sycophantic colour-supplement journalist seeking Gwyn’s opinions on the issues of the day.
Are you a Labour supporter, the interviewer asks Gwyn.
Of course, thought Richard, yeah of course. Gwyn was Labour. It was obvious. Obvious not from the ripply cornices 20 feet above their heads, not from the brass lamps or the military plumpness of the leather-topped desk. Obvious because Gwyn was what he was, a writer, in England, at the end of the 20th century. There was nothing else for such a person to be. Richard was Labour, equally obviously.
It often seemed to him, moving in the circles he moved in and reading what he read, that everyone in the land was Labour, except the Government.