Go to a party conference? I’d rather stay on the sofa | Suzanne Moore

The TV gives a much better view of Theresa May’s hands shaking, Jeremy Corbyn’s unease with an autocue and Vince Cable brilliantly ‘spresming’

I am bringing you the latest news from the Labour party conference, live from my laptop. OK, I may not actually be in Liverpool, but then the conference is not actually “in” Liverpool; party conferences descend on to cities outside London in a cloud of scurrying people with wheelie bags and urgent texts, who live on a diet of free sandwiches then moan about how there is no decent food outside the capital. (This is why Blackpool is a no-no. They, apparently, cannot live on chips alone.).

This is the first year I haven’t been to a Labour conference for yonks. I went to Margate instead and had – God forbid – fun. The last couple of Labour conferences have not been fun. Being a super-empath I picked up so much tension – possibly because a couple of MPs actually burst into tears when they saw me – that I had a terrible nosebleed. The “first responders” were there quickly, assuming I had been in a fight, and I spent the rest of the day uneasily trying to ascertain the views of delegates in a shirt covered in blood.

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