No Keirs, only dreams now
Kemi celebrates a victory in which she played no part
It was a sweltering day, one of summer dresses and shirtsleeves and trying not to move too much. The Speaker had given the gentlemen of the press permission to remove our jackets, though the reporter who tried to get into the gallery in shorts was told he was pushing things too far.
In the Commons chamber, there was no sign of the man of the moment. Perhaps Andy Burnham had looked out of his window at the pavements melting and concluded that coming to London had all been a huge mistake.