We defy labels. Mrs M, the product of an upbringing by a centre-right father and a mother who probably believed that those she referred to as 'the great unwashed' ought to be sterilized before they had the opportunity to propagate themselves, is now a fan of Keir Starmer. Mind you, with several successful lawyers in her own family she perhaps overrates the ability to think clearly and speak without stuttering or bumbling and she's sufficiently her mother's daughter to cringe at the gang of crooks and barrow boys and girls currently occupying the Tory benches. My sixth form students thought they could place me politically. Few could. At my grammar school in the 1960s we muttered ritually that Wigan would elect a pig if you stuck a red rosette on it. Today, I'd be proud to vote for Lisa Nandy.