BEN CHACKO reports on fears at TUC Congress that the provisions in the legislation are liable to be watered down even further

“Are you not entertained?” — Maximus in Gladiator (2000)
WHILE I admit the Tory leadership contest is hardly the stuff of blood-soaked arena combat, it will just have to suffice until the autumn release of Ridley Scott’s eagerly anticipated Gladiator 2 — and, of course, the next season of BBC1’s rebooted Gladiators.
The contest at present truly resembles, albeit in an expanded list of participants, the JL Borges quote (in reference to the Falklands campaign) about “a fight between two bald men over a comb.”
The list of candidates is hardly inspiring, the long distant titanic Tory contests of the past now reduced to a bunch of needy, squabbling muppets, echoing another quote, this time from Marx: “History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.”
Thunderdome — Tory style
But what can we expect, when looking at the winners of the party’s internal contests since the 1997 general election? Liz Truss, IDS, William Hague, Boris Johnson, Theresa May, David Cameron and Michael Howard — a sorry bunch indeed.
And challengers such as John Redwood, Michael Gove, Dominic Raab, and David (“Double D”) Davis were hardly missed opportunities for renewal either, although I possessed some misplaced regard for Kenneth Clarke, as at least he obviously regarded the whole thing as a bullshit exercise to feed both fellow MPs and Neanderthal party members.
Labour must be chortling (while keeping a watchful eye on Reform UK) over who could be the next leader of His Majesty’s Most Loyal Opposition; who appear to be a collection of clueless Lepidi (the forgotten Triumvir), when they feared a cunning potential Octavian, or even a pugnacious Mark Antony.
“Mediocrities ... everywhere. I absolve you.” — Salieri in Amadeus (1984)
But, for the sake of differentiating the runners and riders, a look at the current contenders bidding to be the leader of the rump parliamentary party comprising just 121 MPs.
James Cleverly: Former home secretary whose name appears to be an oxymoron, given his oafish demeanour and joshing about doseing his wife with date rape drugs, when at the same time discussing the criminality of their use in Parliament.

STEPHEN ARNELL casts a critical eye over the sudden rash of challenges to the two-party system on both sides of the Atlantic, noting that today’s performative populist politics sadly lacks Roosevelt’s progressive ‘Bull Moose’ vision of the early 20th century

While Spode quit politics after inheriting an earldom, Farage combines MP duties with selling columns, gin, and even video messages — proving reality produces more shameless characters than PG Wodehouse imagined, writes STEPHEN ARNELL

The fallout from the Kneecap and Bob Vylan performances at Glastonbury raises questions about the suitability of senior BBC management for their roles, says STEPHEN ARNELL

With the news of massive pay rises for senior management while content spend dives STEPHEN ARNELL wonders when will someone call out the greed of these ‘public service’ executives