Labour’s conference ended with communism’s ankle-swinger, The Red Flag. Its singing was led by Andy Burnham and Shabana Mahmood, the Home Secretary masticating magnificently as she warbled the words. In her soul there may lurk a mini Bianca Castafiore, the diva from Tintin.
What a festival of bosom-clutching and operatic melodrama these four days in tramp-ridden Liverpool were.
When speakers referred to Reform or the Tories it was as if thunder-sheets were being rattled. Mentions of Donald Trump brought further menace – deep drums being bonged and sul ponticello strings. Socialists do love to hate. Poor Mrs Thatcher was given repeated drubbings.
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