MICK MCSHANE is roused by a band whose socialism laces every line of every song with commitment and raw passion
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Christine Keeler was pilloried by the Establishment and the tabloids but a new exhibition salvages her tarnished reputation in a telling commentary on class, male power and sexual politics, says JAN WOOLF

Dear Christine
Vane
Newcastle-upon-Tyne
AS A 13-year-old delivering newspapers in a Surrey village, I read about Christine Keeler on my paper round, gaining rudimentary political education comparing redtop and broadsheet headlines.
With that long lustrous hair, I thought Keeler beautiful and was intrigued that she’d had sex with a Russian.
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