Labour’s Vaudeville Turns

Several parliamentary sketch writers evidently had an amusing day watching Peter Mandelson do his stage villian turned saviour act at Brighton in front of a puce-pink backdrop. On the clips I watched on TV Mandelson looked incredibly wooden, with a delivery that was hammy and halting by turns.

This sort of diversion seems to entertain a lot media folk, along with the boring matter of the runners and riders to replace one unelected prime minister with another. The only salient words I can summon up about Mandelson are Deripaska, Job, Eight Months time. That’s why he seems so de-mob happy on the stage at Brighton, because he won’t have to appear there again. 

An autumn note

“For many, the end of this uneasy year cannot come quickly enough”

An ordinary killing

Ian Cobain’s book uses the killing of Millar McAllister to paint a meticulous portrait of the Troubles

Greater—not wiser

John Mullan elucidates the genius of Charles Dickens