In the shadow of a new dawn, where the Labour Party presides over our once-sceptred isle, one finds the air thick with the stench of political disappointment. This government, under the stewardship of Sir Keir Starmer, has not so much walked into power as stumbled, with all the grace of a drunkard at closing time.
One might have hoped for a revival, a rejuvenation of the body politic with Labour at the helm. Instead, we've been treated to what can only be described as a phoney period, a term borrowed from the annals of war to describe the eerie calm before the storm of real action. Labour, it seems, is still in its 'phoney' phase, with autumn looming like a stern headmaster waiting to grade their performance.
The honeymoon, as brief as it was, has ended, leaving behind not the sweet aftertaste of promise but the bitter residue of unmet expectations. The Guardian's Martin Kettle speaks of tougher tests to come, but one wonders if the party has even passed the preliminary exam. The narrative of Labour's first 100 days reads like a script for a political tragedy, where the protagonists are too busy with factional squabbles to notice the real drama unfolding around them.
Starmer's government has made its mark, yes, but mostly in the negative space. The means testing of winter fuel payments, as highlighted by YouGov, has left the elderly feeling more like subjects of a social experiment than citizens of a caring state. Meanwhile, the environment cries out for action, with Labour's promises on net zero turning into a whisper in the wind, as per The Guardian's assessment.
The Diane Abbott debacle, a saga of internal Labour strife, was less a storm in a teacup and more a tempest in a teapot, showcasing a party more adept at self-sabotage than governance. Polly Toynbee's memo in The Guardian was less advice and more a plea for sanity in a party that seems to enjoy making enemies rather than legislation.
And then there's the matter of voter apathy, a silent assassin of democracy, a warning that beneath Labour's cautious exterior beats the heart of a socialist, waiting for the moment to shed its centrist clothing and reveal its true colours. But, in the interim, we're left with a government that seems more concerned with not offending than with leading.
In their first week, Labour's announcements were a flurry of activity, akin to a chef throwing ingredients into a pot without a recipe. The threat of nationalizing Thames Water, the prisoner release debacle - these are not the actions of a government with a clear plan but of one reacting to crises with the composure of a novice juggler.
What Labour promised in their manifesto seems a distant memory, replaced by the reality of what they've done or, more poignantly, what they haven't. The economy, the NHS, immigration, housing - all these are arenas where Labour was expected to shine but has so far managed only to flicker.
So far, this near parody of Labour governance has been less a beacon of hope and more a beacon of how not to govern on par with that displayed in "The Thick of It". One can only hope that this phoney period ends soon, lest we find ourselves in a political winter from which there is no spring.