As Zelo Street regulars will know by now, this blog treats politicians and their decision making strictly on their merits - or lack of them. So it is with the latest appointments to the shadow cabinet by Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn, which has included Diane Abbott shadowing the Home Secretary and Shami Chakrabarti becoming shadow Attorney General. Kier Starmer will shadow the Brexit ministry.
The Mail has bizarrely called out Labour for promoting some whose children attend private schools, carping that Corbyn “handed a huge promotion to his ex-lover and long term ally Diane Abbott, making her shadow home secretary, despite her sending her son to private school”. What’s that got to do with being shadow home secretary?
There’s more: “Mr Corbyn's new shadow attorney general Shami Chakrabarti also uses a private school for her son while Emily Thornberry, who is staying on as shadow foreign secretary, does the same”. What’s that got to do with shadowing the FO or being shadow attorney general? Nothing. And the Mail misses the obvious comparison.
The press has no room to call on Diane Abbott when the actual Home Secretary is Amber “don’t all me a racist” Rudd, or Emily Thornberry when the actual Foreign Secretary is London’s formerly very occasional Mayor Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, someone for whom diplomacy has never been a strong suit. Indeed, Bozza has made a name for himself being disobliging about foreigners - and many in his own country.
Meanwhile, the perpetually thirsty Paul Staines and his rabble at the Guido Fawkes blog are whinging because there are a number of shadow ministers from Greater London constituencies. The Great Guido has managed not to notice that there are a significant number of shadow ministers from constituencies in the north of England. It might have something to do with there being a lot of Labour constituencies in both areas, lads.
Some of Jezza’s appointments are proving difficult for the press to spin, notably Nick Brown’s return as chief whip, given he served under both Tone and Pa Broon, but the standard of reportage is, generally, as lame as ever, especially when the Sun’s clueless hacks berate him for being out of town during the Tory Party conference.
“Corbyn has spent the week walking and buying jumpers in Scotland” they declare, making just the three howlers in one line: it was a wrap, not a jumper (see photo, chaps), there was only one of it, and as he bought his wife said wrap at a shop in Bardon Mill, in Northumberland, he did the buying in England. The cream of journalism.
That, sadly, sums up the standard of reporting on what is actually a promising looking opposition front bench. The Murdoch mafiosi, for whom cronyism is a way of life, have no room to call “Cronies” on Labour, and nor do the obedient hackery of the legendarily foul mouthed Paul Dacre have any room to carp about private education.
After all, the Vagina Monologue sent his sons to Eton. Another man of the people.