This, by Marina Hyde, is mostly about the "strange" alliance between Labour and the DUP.
Well, no, there is nothing New Labour about the DUP. But they are economically working-class populists, they are moral and social conservatives, they are British and Commonwealth patriots (and therefore very anti-EU), they are strongly church-based, and they are staunch defenders of grammar schools as the ladders of advancement.
In other words, they are Very Old Labour, pre-Blairite because pre-Bennite, old-fashionedly in politics for what they can get out of it for their voters.
Or, at least, they were, until they signed up to 42-day detention.
But I simply cannot resist this:
"The individual has no right to anonymity," Andy Burnham once explained during a robotic defence of identity cards. "The state has a right to know who you are." Yet despite his concerted efforts to draw attention to himself with dazzling feats of brown-nosery, the cloak of anonymity has hung heavy on the current culture secretary, with very few citizens of this state having the first clue who he is. Indeed, for most of the final years of Tony Blair's premiership, he was presumed to be lodged in the prime ministerial colon, only emerging blinking into the daylight the minute Gordon took over, whereupon he announced to the press: "I was a Blairite, and now I am a Brownite."
Is he called Andy at home? I strongly suspect that he is called Andrew, just as Blair is called Anthony (which he is), recalling Harold Wilson's public pipe and private cigars.