Last Orders for Labour

TB has eyes and ears everywhere. As if Stephen Twigg throwing some shapes on the dance floor at the Labour Students "Disco" last night wasn't funny enough, the scene at the Grand Hotel Bar will make you chuckle. First there was the singing around the piano:

Then TB's sources told of the heartbreaking scene at 5am, when the bar finally closed. Drunk hacks began banging on the tables, stamping their feet, wine soaked voices in unison shouting...

"Four more years, four more years, four more years."