I know it’s not open yet but this made me laugh inside with tears of organisational desperation at the inability to place a single, simple page saying, “Not yet, idiot, we said 1pm” or something more polite yet as effective.
If there is one thing I have tried to keep firmly away from my current work on The Labour Party, Spin and the 1997 and 1966 party machines it’s the relationship between Harold Wilson and his Personal and Political Secretary Marcia Williams (later Lady Falkender). It has proved to be an impossible goal as we can see here.
You know that feeling when you’ve eaten too many sugary things to make sure you stay awake until the really exciting thing happens so your brain goes a little ‘Off’ and you forget what it was your were actually doing? Sadly this appears to have happened to Andy Burnham. Earlier today the right-of-left-of-right-centre-left candidate had …
It’s not just the Labour Party that is currently going super-nova as it appears to swallow itself in its own singularity, I’ll stop that right there. A simple thing like voting has lead to ritualistic self-examination, recrimination and rebuilding within the Labour Party here in the UK. But we need to not point the nose of mirth at politics and politicians getting “one person/one vote” wrong. The world(s?) of Science Ficion has recently tripped over its own referendum.
With the Labour Party currently at war over the heart, soul, the future (and in some cases of the dangerous historical rewriting by political commentators), its past and those of its leadership candidates, let us use actual evidence to relive one of the great modernising moments in the history of the Labour Party. And while we’re at it, let’s palm our faces at the repetition unearthed from one small book and one survey carried out at the start of the swinging 60s.