Beneath the performative radicalism, the party has nothing to offer but empty promises and technocratic bungling Daily Telegraph 30/06/26 A strange paradox has loomed over Labour’s party conference in Liverpool. On the one hand, the event has carried an air of triumph and vindication. The PM’s fans have been singing “Burnham Baby Burnham” to the “Disco Inferno” tune while queuing for their coffees in the arena. Outside, the loud speakers have been playing the Game of Thrones soundtrack on loop to fete the King of the North. On the other hand, considering that the party finds itself with a brand new leader, the atmosphere has at times felt oddly subdued. True, I came across pockets of exuberant energy. Placard-wielding activists have been out in force, campaigning for everything from the liberation of Lucy Letby to the pedestrianisation of the M6. The book corner has been packed with people poring over Andy Burnham’s tome Head North and Adam Rutherford’s How to Argue with a Racist . ...