Right here behind the Westminster ramparts, Speaker Bercow let PMQs dribble 20 minutes over time.
That is when Bercow’s cruelty turns into most obvious. To increase such a uninteresting occasion is the act of a hellbent goblin.
The Commons ached to be free. Backbenches confirmed swathes of inexperienced leather-based the place much less dutiful Hon Members had skedaddled for some nosebag.
Nonetheless the Speaker refused to name halt. In entrance of me a small moth took the route of desperation and aimed straight for a steel strut.
The nearer it…