Also: Miliband plays with Farage and plays with fire. The unGreen BBC. Jonathan Jones is a twat. Two new Biteback books. Plus: Guido’s Iranian payments to friends of Israel.
UKIP and Russell Brand have little in common – except they both threaten the Labour leader.
Stephan Shakespeare: Voters may like what Cameron is now saying about the EU, but they may also not believe it
Polling on Europe suggests that people love to see it criticised, but are nervous about breaking away.
Also: NI Executive unveils hundreds of millions in cuts as welfare standoff continues; and Fire Brigades Union calls off Welsh strike.
The next day, I went to deliver leaflets in Rochester. We kept being delayed by Simon Burns insisting on showing passing punters his Hillary Clinton watch.
Simply demanding more students – and less money to fund them – cannot work.
Rumours of our decline are greatly exaggerated. Britain can make a difference to the world. Here’s how.
Charlotte Leslie: Our future. Will we be One Nation of engaged citizens…or a 111 Nation of disembodied announcements?
“Your call is important to us.” “We are sorry for the delay.” “We are experiencing a high level of calls…” Problems can’t be solved without human engagement.
Iain Dale: The ten years of Guido party. Staines and Cole in charge – but only one was playing Amanda Holden
Plus: The fiendish Guido seating plan. Mike Read is not a racist. And: shame on the six Conservative MEPs who voted for Juncker.
I’d rather have clumsy but well-meaning Lord Freud in Government than Labour, the party of manufactured outrage.
Also: Welsh Labour return fire as Hunt and the Mail assault their NHS record; and the UUP propose electoral pact with the DUP.
The pundits who predicted coalition would end with a return to a two-party system were plain wrong.
By sticking to our guns we have now the fastest growing economy in the G7 under this Conservative-led Government.
Plus: Anti-smoking nannies. A part in Salmond’s downfall. Labour’s anti-UKIP plan (lack of). Thatcher tribute. And: Shapps doesn’t chose chaps.
What can be more political than the collision of fact and fiction?