“Iam not very good at despondency,” Chuka Umunna remarks as we chat in his Westminster office one hot, febrile evening shortly before the summer recess. “You can wallow in self-pity and how awful things are, and it is a complete shit-storm here in Westminster. Our politics is as broken and decrepit as that building we work in, which is basically falling apart. But do you sit around while things fall apart, or do you actually change the weather?”
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