Upon an island hard to reach,/ The East Beast sits upon his beach/ Upon the west beach sits the West Beast./ Each beach beast thinks he’s the best beast. /Which beast is best?…Well, I thought at first/ That the East was best and the West was worst. /Then I looked again from the west to the east/ And I liked the beast on the east beach least.
Labour leadership election ballot papers go out today and I still have no idea who to vote for. I’m unable to make up my mind between MiliE and MiliD and increasingly infuriated by the family-at-war, feuding brothers storyline that the media seem to have decided is the narrative for the election. I may just have repeatedly missed all the papers’ in-depth coverage of the Balls/Burnham/Abbott campaigns, family histories and relationships with Blair/Brown; but it’s hard to avoid the feeling that it’s been decided somewhere that the right answer is a Miliband. Now, which one?