For all her Pigeon-Fancying, Elsie Tannering, Union Bannering Cor Blimeyness, Angela Rayner has the aristocratic lethality of a Renaissance assassin.
On the front bench before PMQs, she led Rachel Reeves in a girls-together chatty-patty duet, smiling and doing friendly solidarity so brutally that the first female Chancellor was on the brink of tears. There was only an outside chance she would actually break up sobbing, but at one point her chin crumpled, both edges of her mouth turned down and hope flared in the nasty hearts of her many, many critics.
