Burton looked like a finance minister who'd missed her stop'
A damp night in Dublin saw the closing stages of the fight to lead the Labour Party.
People flitted about the black-and-white tiled entrance of the Round Room in Dublin’s Mansion House, air-kissing and well-wishing.
It might have been the foyer of a theatre on opening night. But, as all present last Thursday were keenly aware, this was the closing night, the finale. Part-show, part-reunion, part-memorial service.
Outside, rain. Under a leaky awning, Joan Burton sashayed from one side of a Labour-branded upright to the other for a photographer. Inside,...
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