The clue is in the name - the good old days, not the bad old days of New Labour. The good old days, that Daily Mail readers and the people in their droves speak about wistfully in pubs and clubs up and down the land. The days their parents told them about, and of which they listened to in awe, the days of Tory governments, warm beer and hot buns, the days whose return they have so patiently longed for.
Why revoution? Because a revolution ovethrows tyranny - the tyranny of dumbing down, the tyranny of mediocrity, the tyranny of the bad old days and their wrong and wicked ways.
The people had grown weary, they thought the good old days were never to return. All they could do was read about them in the pages of the Daily Mail. The progressives in their palaces, paid for from the public purse, surrounded by moats and duck houses, laughed at the public. They said "we have passed the tipping point", there will be no turning back, the 'catastrophic' dumbing down is here to stay, the good old days will never again see the light of day.
But like Icarus before them, they flew way too high, they thought they had saved the world and that they owned the sky, they gave the people little and greedily took the greatest share of the pie.
But they had counted their chickens before they had hatched, they thought they would never agains see the like of the Thatch. They counted their pennies and of them there were many, but they failed to count on one thing, that was a minister called Michael Gove, a secret Tory treasure trove. He strove to overturn injustice, he drove dragons from their den, Robin Hood pales into insignificance, to say nothing of his Merry Men.
Gove's motto is 'carpe diem', we don't yet know how all this will end, but we know that the Daily Mail reader is cheering, thinking that the good old days may yet return, the decades of dumbing down are about to end, and the country is on the mend.