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Yes, yes you all know about Sion Simon's somewhat heavy-handed but nevertheless entertaining spoof of Teflon Dave's Webcameron. I'll admit to being amused by it. Sleep with my wife, take my kids. We get it Sion, but thanks.

Faintly amusing though it may be, it's nowhere near as amusing as Westminster getting itself into a tizz because of it. The Tories have surprisingly played a blinder, largely declaring themselves relaxed, score one to Dave, annoyingly (mind you, with their press attack dogs to do it for them they don't really need to get too riled). But Labour have, in a rather old fashioned and quaint manner sought to distance themselves from it. Which is idiotic, given that Simon has actually landed a punch on Cameron, which the rest of the party seem curiously unwilling to do (the confused wonderings as to why they aren't going after the vapid berk will have to wait. Seriously though, John Smith would have eaten this twat for breakfast, I suspect Brown might, but is being told not to). They should be jumping on the chance, celebrating it.

Instead we have JACK FUCKING STRAW saying "My view is that we have to ensure political discourse is at a reasonably high level" That would be the same Jack Straw who knowingly dragged politics into the racist gutter last week. Further roffles to be had at the expense of Arch-Blairite and supporter of the Iraq War Steven Pound who storms that it's "a new low in British politics". Of course it is Stephen. Condemning 600,000 people to death is perfectly acceptable, but making a joke about another man's wife? Poor form.

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