Jeremy Corbyn is responsible for the worst meal I have ever eaten in my life. A month after the Islington North MP got on to the Labour leadership ballot at the last minute, a good friend was celebrating his birthday party at a restaurant in central London. The same day, I’d published details on the Staggers blog of not one, but two private surveys putting Corbyn in a commanding position in the race for the leadership.
It was a mixed gathering, but dominated by Labour people. Some were supporters of Yvette Cooper – who thought my story was a fix by Liz Kendall’s campaign to hurt their candidate. Others were backing Kendall – and thought the private poll was a ruse by Cooper to knock out her female rival. A few were supporters of Andy Burnham – who weren’t sure who’d made up the story, but were certain it had been done to do them harm. Comments ranged from the awkward to the openly hostile, but had one thing in common: disbelief.
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