Andrew Marr

I suppose one should admire Labour's honesty. They lost the election and their manifesto is lining the cage of someone's budgie now, so they didn't have to admit this week that they had made up large swathes of it. They could have raked over a layer of Trill and hoped no-one would notice.

WAS it before I ran into the supermarket to pick up four cartons of milk? Or when I left the chemist clutching the tablets for my dad? I’m not sure but a truth struck me at some point during that day. I’d bumped into two friends and a distant cousin. And I’d had a variation on the same conversation with all three of them. Every single one of us was on an errand for our parents.