John Crace

2 days ago | theguardian.com | John Crace

Even a stopped clock shows the right time twice a day. A level of success to which Kemi Badenoch can only aspire to right now. We’ve reached the point where for her to have a decent stab at approximating some intelligent questions goes down as an unmitigated triumph. Not that it really matters any more. To care about the Tory leader’s performances at prime minister’s questions is to commit a category error. She has become an irrelevance both to Labour and her own MPs. Possibly even to herself.

3 days ago | msn.com | John Crace

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3 days ago | msn.com | John Crace

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3 days ago | theguardian.com | John Crace

What goes around doesn’t always come around. When Yvette Cooper was chair of the home affairs select committee between 2016 and 2021, she was a force of nature. Tireless. Persistent. Forensic. A one-woman opposition party that the government took seriously. Yvette pretty much did for Amber Rudd – or rather, helped Rudd to do with herself – as home secretary. Sajid Javid was lucky to escape with a score draw in his appearances before her.

4 days ago | theguardian.com | John Crace

It’s War-War. Keir Starmer had come to the Govan shipyard to get us battle ready. The threat was real. The threat was now. His sweaty fingers hovered over the nuclear button. Any minute now he could authorise a first strike. Possibly by mistake. The world had never been more dangerous. It had taken all his self-restraint not to come dressed in uniform. Cos-playing a military commander is usually the point of no return for global leaders. Keir’s message was stark.