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Labour’s front bench isn’t always as sullen as that. Bridget and Liz looked quite semi-detached, Rachel medicated, Angela brooding, Yvette pickled in her own vinegar – only Wes projecting optimistic confidence.
The one actually cheerful presence was the Government chief whip who had managed to get a backbench cheer going when their leader goose-stepped into the chamber throwing Nazi salutes (some details enhanced for dramatic purposes). […] Read the rest