Frank Field tells Theo Hobson about Christianity, socialism — and the Prime Minister’s failure of leadership
I am expecting to meet Edmund Blackadder’s Puritan uncle, who frowns on suggestively shaped turnips, and worries that someone somewhere is having fun. But Frank Field does not fit the description. He’s smiley, forthcoming, chatty.
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