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Starmer being able to lay out his own departure timetable (potentially over months!) is silly. You don't give a PM a farewell tour, you do the numbers over the weekend, roll him at 10am, and tell the voters he's gone to live on a nice farm in the country. You amateurs. You absolute toddlers.

There’s something beautiful in the way we do it. It’s like an Attenborough documentary where a sick hartebeest limps down to the water and then is rent in twain simultaneously by both a cheetah and a crocodile.

They give the boss a glass of port and the regimental revolver and suggest a walk might be in order at some time after pudding. We…..

He's gone, and we couldn't do nothing about it.