I'd like to thank our MPs, and I'd like you to join me

Picture the scene. There you lie on your hospital bed, oxygen mask on, drugged up to the eyeballs, with a team of people fussing around you and saying all manner of things you don’t understand. All you know is that it’s serious, and the sense of imminent disaster is palpable. Why? Because you are in Accident and Emergency at St Thomas’ in London, and you are having a heart attack.

Dear Labour, you were once a formidible foe

Dear Labour,
My o my. What a pickle you are in. One should not only gently try and guide a friend heading down a calamitous path, but should be generous enough to do so also to a respectable foe, which you have proved over the years.