Mary Wakefield meets the successful pop duo the Pet Shop Boys, and finds them eloquent critics of New Labour, staunch defenders of civil liberties — and fans of Vince Cable
Through the woods, the trees
And further on the sea
We lived in the shadow of the war
Sand in the sandwiches
Wasps in the tea
It was a free country
In a West End town in a dead end world — OK, no: in a nice Georgian townhouse in central London, on the top floor where once boot boys bedded down, the Pet Shop Boys are revisiting their past.
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