The fiery meteor that was Victor Grayson blazed briefly across the socialist firmament in Edwardian England. He was a flamboyant rebel, a handsome, spellbinding orator who rose up from nowhere, winning a famous by-election in Colne Valley in July 1907 at the age of twenty-five. He embodies the native American notion of ‘the legend that walks’, or in this case perhaps staggers. For years after his death, his memory was cherished in socialist circles, especially in the industrial North: Victor Grayson Hardie Feather, the Bradford-born general secretary of the Trade Union Congress, was, for example, named in his honour. Some still revere him as ‘Labour’s lost leader’. And yet his political career was from the first disastrous and destructive. He proved to be a wilful, uncooperative comrade who rejected the discipline of the whip and introduced seeds of division into both the new Labour Party and its socialist affiliate, the Independent Labour Party (ILP). His life degenerated into alcoholism, gambling and nervous collapse. When he left for Australia during the First World War (which he strongly backed) it was almost a relief.