At Cleethorpes the tide goes out so far that you wonder if it will ever come back .It always does. Just like Labour's. After being discounted, looking certain to lose a score of seats, if not all of them, and relegated to slow death while, Blair Mandy and Ashdown hovered overhead cawing "I told you so:" Labour is coming back. The gap is narrowing. Jeremy Corbyn is doing well. Like Bernie Saunders on Phyllosan
It's good to see it. It's not happened just because Theresa has proved as stolid as an Easter Island statue with a new hairstyle. The turn around comes because Labour has a good, sensible manifesto much better than the usual effort to be respectable by offering milder austerity with a smile (which nervous Milliband could never manage to produce),It's well thought out, has some attractive lures and offers sensible answers to Britain's looming problems. Corbyn is learning to be a leader .The party has accepted Brexit and the reluctant Remoaners have been gagged. For the moment.
The improvement may be fragile. The enthusiastic young may not vote. The old may be frightened off. Things can change in the six days which remain.Theresa may learn how to answer questions. But Labour's tide may continue to flood in. Who knows? I don't.
It's made the Tories jittery and nervous. It's shocked the ever insufferable Lib/Dems and the supercallifugalistic Blairites. It's horrified Phillip Collins, Tony's representative in the Times, to the extent that he's now begun to worry that Labour may not fall apart after the election allowing the formation of a super Doppler, soft centre, whipped cream party for Tony to either lead or buy. Tragedy stalks. It's almost as bad as if one of Kim Jon Un's rickety rockets turned round and blew him up.
Don't believe it. The Tories will probably win but after that the borrowing bubble will burst, Brexit hopes will be met by a brick Euro wall, the Tory party will fall apart over whether or not to beat its head against this ,Labour will be proved right and people will realize that it was as daft to give Theresa a blank cheque as it was to put Phillip Green in charge of a pension fund or Fred Goodwin in charge of a bank. We Brits always learn from our mistakes. It just takes time.