Picture the scene. A British pub. Mulled wine steaming like a Victorian locomotive. A wobbling chorus of entirely innocent, entirely human voices launching into Fairytale of New York, the proper version, mind you, the one with all the rough edges intact, like Britain itself. You sing, you laugh, you live. And somewhere in Whitehall, a Labour … Continue reading Labour Are Now Coming for Your Christmas Songs, Sing While You’re Still Allowed