She’s young, she’s ballsy, she’s smart, she’s sassy, she’s passionate, she’s naughty
How could we have forgotten the first rule of our national life: nothing every really changes?
There are no second acts (and very few first acts) for vulgar racists in British politics
Apportioning blame is the name of the game among New Labour's old faithful
In an age when information is immediately verifiable, why do so many disdain the truth?
The knives may be out once and for all for Jeremy Corbyn
A politician devoid of visceral revulsion represents himself as something other than rest of us
Insanity always strikes, it's just a question of when
One could point out that to attack a constitution, there needs to be a constitution to attack; something written down
Britain is essentially Basil Fawlty, bullying the weak and prostrating herself before the powerful
As the son and one-time employee of a high-street bookmaker, Philip Davies will know whether it represents value when I install him as 13-8 favourite for Hyper-Cerebral Backbencher of the Year. As ever, this is a crowded field. Philip’s fellow Tory Peter Bone has earned himself a richly deserved reputation as the chump’s chump, while rentagobs John Mann and Simon Danczuk are rightly revered as the Tweetledumb and Tweedledunce of Labour’s muscular right.
Labour's civil war is bound to have a bloody end
Should the economics editor stay or should he go?
No more deadlines, no more neurosing over bills - it all sounded like a release, until they banned cigarettes...
Corbyn may be no Obama when it comes to pyrotechnic oratory, but he does have the President’s ungodly calm under fire
Comrades! It’s been a while since a leader of this party began a conference speech like that – and I do so proudly today.