QUENTIN LETTS: Eyelashes Andy touched his chest to signal sincerity, adopted the intimate tone of a daytime TV presenter and peered through those Leslie Crowther spectacles like a living euphemism
Andy Burnham was visiting a Jewish old people’s home in London. ‘Look, Miriam, there’s the Prime Minister.’ ‘Don’t be ridiculous, nurse. I’m not so dotty I’d believe that apologetic piece of fluff could be our PM.’ In a throbbingly hot day-room Mr Burnham gave a speech about how the country might pay for old-age care. … Read more