The remainers’ and Bercow’s mutual love is telling. A rowdy lot of student activists at the end, there. Looks like someone needs to come and ask them to go.
Previously, one of these men is more entertaining than the other:
May it please your majesty, I have neither eyes to see, nor tongue to speak, in this place, but as the house is pleased to direct me, whose servant I am here; and I humbly ask pardon that I cannot give any other answer to what your majesty is pleased to demand of me.
This is downright fun! How often does that happen in politics? 😀
Indeed, it is top telly. Better than Eastenders!
From another time, if not “another place”