What a sight the Treasury bench made. The lost souls sat in a particular purgatory, not actually dead but lacking any vital signs. Rusty Reeves was possibly on the edge of another melting moment (it was too much to hope for). Lisa Nandy, setting the theme, stared into Ed Miliband’s abyss. Who knows what horrors they are facing in tomorrow’s by-election? That a party proposing crack cocaine in kindergartens could beat them into second place, and a party endorsing the murder of political opponents could beat them into third?
It’s hard to put a brave face on that. Wes Streeting managed for a moment, but he has a gallery of faces to choose from.
