From London’s holly-sellers to Engels’s flaming Christmas centrepiece, the plum pudding was more than festive fare in Victorian Britain, says KEITH FLETT
LAST Thursday’s assassination of Labour MP Jo Cox in her Batley and Spen constituency is a tragic reminder of how quickly the politics of fear can turn into the politics of hate.
The outpouring of grief up and down the country over the senseless loss of this talented and popular parliamentarian has a single question at its core — why?
There are no easy answers. Severe mental illness, neonazi radicalisation, a poisonous political climate — all of these may be factors, but they don’t explain why someone would shoot and stab a well-loved local MP before kicking her blood-soaked body.
While Spode quit politics after inheriting an earldom, Farage combines MP duties with selling columns, gin, and even video messages — proving reality produces more shameless characters than PG Wodehouse imagined, writes STEPHEN ARNELL



