2019-03-28 (Thursday)

In my replies today, a number of people have expressed their delight at Bercow saying the name "Bambos Charalambous", which of course prompts me to do the following, which probably won't last on here longer than 2 minutes but it's worth a crack.

28/03/13: Yoxford, Suffolk. Coffee in the eccentric post office where an ancient customer recognises me and shakes me so firmly by the hand it's like being caught in a mangle. 'Say something whimsical,' he commands.

I'm now so obsessed with Bercow saying "Mr Peter Bone" that I've spent a period of time setting it to the opening of Beethoven's 5th. Brexit is literally driving me mad.

What’s your guilty secret? Mine is that I’m cynically asking an open question because they seem to get a lot of traction and I actually have no interest in your replies.