Sir Keir’s gag-writers were on good form at PMQs. Last week, the Tories lowered expectations by predicting a loss of 1,000 seats at the local election. And this worst-case scenario came true. ‘At last,’ crowed Sir Keir, ‘a Tory promise they haven’t actually broken.’
He also took aim at Rishi’s democratic illegitimacy. In last year’s leadership contest, Rishi lost to Liz Truss who was then outlasted by a lettuce. ‘He entered a two-horse race and somehow managed to come third,’ said Sir Keir.
Labour’s backbenchers roared at this like bison feasting in fresh green pasture. They can smell power in the air, and the breeze is moving their way.
Labour can smell power in the air, and the breeze is moving their way
Rishi accused Labour of relying on two threadbare policies: clobbering non-doms and taxing Big Oil. And he snuck in a well-disguised joke. He pretended to apologise for once admitting that he had no working-class friends.
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