Election special
A t 7pm on a weekend in September, more than a thousand people were queuing around the corner of a side street on Brighton’s seafront. Some had been waiting for more than twoand- a-half hours to see the man who was speaking that night, Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn. This was a fringe event during Labour’s annual conference and yet, as the New Statesman pointed out at the time, it felt more like a gig. Inside the auditorium, as stage lights bathed the expectant crowd – some of whom were acting as though they were overexcited teenagers about to see Harry Styles perform for the first time – a compere took to the mic: “Brothers and sisters, comrades and friends, welcome to The World Transformed!” he screamed, before introducing, “The next…