A confession, dear reader: I did not watch the whole speech. When I heard that the hall was to be in raptures for a full hour and 20 minutes, I thought of the soon-to-be-available transcript. I thought of the pre-briefing I had been helpfully emailed the night before. 

It occurred to me that these labour-saving devices had been created precisely to excuse my poor lumbering middle-aged legs the effort of propping me against a wall for an hour and 20 minutes. I could retire to sip coffee, or fizzy drinks. My will broke. I caved.

Suitably distanced, refreshed and watered, with snacks close at hand, my speech experience was a pleasant one, and I could lend Ed a more lordly and sympathetic ear than that proffered by the poor hacks sweltering in cattle class at the back of the hall. (Memo to self for next conference: business class seating for journalists, with press officers ferrying themed amuses-bouches to journalists: ‘and for the education section, please enjoy chef’s signature memories of free school milk and biscuits). Since I was sitting comfortably, what to make of the effort?

I am sure the NHS pledge will be very popular. More money for care, funded by mansion-dwelling tobacco company executives? Yes please, and twice on Tuesday.

Since that was the heart of the speech, and can easily be extracted for quotes, TV clips and headlines, you would be tempted to stop there, walk off the stage and say ‘That’s what the election is about. Him or me, folks’.

Truth is, I wish he had, because the six-point plan for 10 years of progress to a better Britain began to drag after a while.

Truth is, Ed can’t win, really (Quiet at the back! This is a literary device). The whole reason we were given such an abundance of detail is that after two rhetorical and philosophical victories for the Labour leader, the pressure was for this speech to bring together Labour’s vision into concrete, deliverable, meaningful policies.

We got these in spades. Unfortunately, as soon as we got the concrete, we turned to each other and said ‘concrete is boring, all grey and lumpy and ready-mixed and full of girders. Where’s the baroque filigree and latticework?’

To extend the architectural metaphor beyond breaking point, the issue is that for the last few years Labour has sketched out a vaulting cathedral of social democracy. Then the collection plate came in and we decided it would be more of a chapel.

This distresses the evangelical crowd who had hoped for more ambition, while the virtues of the gradualist, pragmatic changes could seem somewhat at odds with the claim that this will be transformative.

To counter this potential for disappointment Ed offered an accumulation of market interventions that were more than the sum of their parts.

That is why we heard of housing, green energy, apprenticeships, wages. And real people, oodles of them, complete with first new and meetable aspirations. Gareth and Rosie? We can rebuild Britain for you and you and you. A flood of targeted limited, practical changes swept over the hall, their real-life exemplars bobbing on each wave.

As policy, it will definitely make a difference; as rhetoric it was perhaps less successful. For a prospective government, the first is more important than the last.

At least it feels that way when you’re able to take a snack break.

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Hopi Sen is a contributing editor to Progress and a candidate for the Progress strategy board