I sort of hate and love Rod Liddle at the same time, but sometimes he hits the nail on the head and isn't afraid to go for a crippling second strike...

"Tell me, have you ever seen our Labour MPs look happier — either the backbenchers or the more famous ones? They are all wearing the slightly dazed but definitely euphoric expressions of a middle-aged man whose wife has suddenly left him for a plumber called “Bob”. True, there is a slightly empty feeling inside — but on the other hand no more will they have to watch Andrew Lloyd Webber on Over the Rainbow, or wait outside fitting rooms in Monsoon, or take out the rubbish, or wash. It’s all over. Now they can eat a full English breakfast three times a day if they want and head off with the boys for a night at Spearmint Rhino. Then, back home, gratuitously leave the toilet seat up."