With the Prime Minister away to New World pastures, taking in the latest basketball game with Barack, carousing jean clad on Air Force One, banqueting sumptiously on the White House lawn...and altogether having a good old time out west. That little local difficulty here at home, called Prime Ministers Questions, was dutifully ignored....or rather, left to the minions to get on with.
And speaking of minions..up stepped Deputy Clegg into the role of master of the despatch box. He is more experienced now and almost always ready for the continuous flak that surges his direction, and flak he got. With the PM away and Clegg doing the role, tradition has it that his opposite number takes on the challenge. This time in the shape of Harriet Harman, last remaining front bench Labourite of the Blair era.
Harriet has her own style, you wouldnt call her a natural but nevertheless she delivers the blows with some finesse, in her own way. The situation got heated.
Harriet had plenty of ammunition, the jobless figures continue to rise affecting women mostly and the young..and Harriet as we know is a champion for women. She weighed in with gusto on this, she also clobbered Nicholass over the Libdem weakness on the NHS reforms, where even his own membership defeated the proposal at their recent conference. Nick got flustered, Nick got tetchy, Nick got angry... and turned a little white.
...And he didnt half give poor Harriet a finger wagging. But Harriet was having none of it. She complained that Nick has lost his way, the things he once stood for now no longer matter to him, or so it seems...
"He no longer stands up for anything!" said Harriet pointing at Nick
"In fact the only thing he stands up for these days is when the Prime Minister walks in the room!!"
Ba Boom. It may have been scripted but it was good.
Nick got ever angrier...giving Harriet a good finger wagging once again. But he was glad when her allotted questions were over.