Plus: Soames makes his way towards a gender-neutral loo. Lunch with Tyrie, lunch with Kirby. The Shipley Strangler strikes again. And: George Simpson saves the day.
Plus: Tracey Crouch gets a women’s rugby team to bar the Chancellor. And: a new Tory One-Night-Stand dating app called Blue on Blue…
Plus: Soames’s “serious environmental work” (i.e: shooting). Brothers Cash and Jenkin lose the plot. The agony of Kevan Jones. And: I am shaken by a Psychedelic Orgasm.
He’s had a bad week with the Chancellor taking the proverbials out of him and then Mrs May ragging him over the purchase of his antiquated German water cannon.
Proceedings were interrupted by a large rodent, which was eventually cornered by young Hancock, who strangled it and dropped it out of the window.
In which a Minister of State at the Department International Development wobbles past on a bicycle sporting only a panama hat in Yeomanry colours.
Plus: Colonel Simpson tells the tearoom that the Bavarian schloss in which the G7 was held was “an SS Officer Training School during the late hostilities”.
Plus: The SNP take over a bar, a rumpus at Women to Win, no booze at Steve Hilton’s book launch…and from Russia with Love to Soames.
So we are back at the Palace of Varieties with far more MPs than expected – and relatively few casualties.
The aftershock of Cameron’s bombshell. Plus: Two Bobs and the slivovitz. John Hayes in a Wheelie Bin. And: Richard III – Vaz’s part in his downfall.
Plus: Stephen O’Brien triumphant. What not to wear while canvassing. Commons catering, KFC-style. And: Kensington – that snake-pit of ambitious thrusters.
Plus: Comforting Oborne in the Aegean. Rampant rabbits in the Lords. Lidders Agonistes. McVey’s moment. And: How two Labour MPs banged away in the rifle club.
Plus: Theresa May faces the Pale, Male and Stale. Leslie on special ops. Dog bites Redwood. And: Hugo Swire, former owner of Hong Kong.