Labor Party leaders met for their annual conference last week in a mood of breast-beating, recrimination and bitter division. The party had suffered a crushing defeat, its leader was aging and ailing, it was angrily divided between moderates and left-wingers. Before the delegates was a 30,000-word report documenting its failures. "We are an aging party . . . We are entirely failing to appeal to youth." But the whisper that went round the bars of Margate with the greatest insistence was: "Clem must go. If he won't go himself, someone will have to...
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