One would not have guessed, from today’s PMQs, that the Conservative Party is supposed to be tearing itself apart over Europe. Michael Fallon smothered a yawn, Bernard Jenkin failed to turn up, and David Cameron played a dead bat to a question from David Davis about the issue of National Insurance numbers to migrants, which suggests there could be many more people arriving in this country than the official statistics show.

Jeremy Corbyn did not dare allude to Conservative divisions, for fear, one supposes, that the question would be turned back against himself, with Cameron pointing out that Labour MPs disagree with their leader about almost everything.

Neal Coyle (Lab, Bermondsey and Old Southwark) asked his first ever question, which was about knife crime, but prefaced it by expressing the hope to Cameron that “my suit matches his mother’s high expectations”.

PMQs is certainly not meeting the high expectations of those of us who watch it. There ought to be a sense of danger: a feeling that the Prime Minister could within a few words be made to look weak or disreputable or ridiculous, because some decision by the Government cannot survive public exposure.

One of these days, that will happen. But today there was no sense of Cameron being held to account. Such passivity must make the more excitable bits of the great British press wonder why they bother.