Preferable to Starmer he may be, but there is scant sign of a sharp political break in Burnham’s policies so far — while left challenges aren’t making much of a running either, finds ANDREW MURRAY. How can socialism be put back on the map?
I WAS born in Wiltshire but brought up in Birkenhead. My dad’s from Manchester. My mum’s from Bristol. For years this was my elaborate response — usually followed by an explanation of where Birkenhead was — to the question “Where are you from?”
I never said I’m from Liverpool, and partly this was because I was being transparent. I didn’t want to lay false claim to an identity, to pretend that I came from the home of the Beatles and the Mersey Sound Poets, from that fervently religious city of two mighty football clubs, two mighty cathedrals.
But there was something else. I didn’t feel I truly belonged anywhere. For as long as I could remember I’d felt in some profound and unalterable way an outsider. My long-winded answer was a way of saying I’m from everywhere and nowhere. And like all outsiders, I often managed my loneliness by stubbornly refusing to belong, no matter how strongly belonging was being offered.
Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
In verse and polemic, the bard points out that he is a poet and musician, not a political party
ALAN MORRISON recommends a consummate, heart-warming collection about a working-class upbringing in the industrial north-east
TONY FOX invites readers to come and hear the story of the remarkable Liverpudlian International Brigader Alexander Foote



