This time last year, the Conservatives were wondering what the hell had gone wrong. They were the party of the...
This time last year, the Conservatives were wondering what the hell had gone wrong. They were the party of the...
I used to think of it as the 'two o’clock awkward': that moment in conversation, usually late at night, often in the...
When is a hustings not a hustings? Well, when the only declared candidate for the office in question – the Labour...
David Miliband waited until he was almost out of the door to remind us all why we loved him. A simple statement on his...
We turned up for a decapitation, but in the end, the sword of Damocles remained safely in place. When I was an A level...
It is David Cameron’s sad fate to be to One Direction what Harold Wilson was to the Undertones, and of all of his sad...
Polls don’t matter, after all. Nick Clegg – still about as popular as leprosy on a nudist beach – now looks a...
The rain falls on the righteous and the unrighteous alike. A year ago, Labour was reeling: the party had just finished...
Growth is like sex: everyone is in favour of it, but no one is entirely sure how you go about getting any. And while...
It is a memory that I desperately do not want to lose. I was – as I spent so much of the Games – sitting in the living...
I knew what politics was before Iraq: it was why you had to buy the Big Issue but couldn’t have Kit Kats. But it was...
If psephology is the study of voters and elections, the left increasingly specialises in pseudo-psephology: the study...