Stu. You forgot the bit where we three hire a pick up, put expensive dining room chairs on the back (none of yer MFI crap) and sit on it whilst being driven round flicking Vs at the peasants.

Out of interest, it would be easy for us to throw shit at dishonourable members because we would demand exclusive access to the strangers' gallery overlooking the floor of the house, to save us having to cohort with the proletariat.

If you think we flick shit, wait till M'Unlearned Friend The Solicitor General Bridge introduces his private member's bill to allow chippy bastards to whinge without us laughing at them.

(True story this but, regarding shit and the House of Commons. Back when I was Lord High NHS (authority chair, there to look pretty and open health centres with posh plaques) for our area, I had to meet regularly with our two MPs, Harry Barnes and Dennis Skinner. Dennis told me about back when he was a new MP in 1970, and the first time the speaker admonished him. Some protesters had entered the strangers' gallery when a debate on farming was taking place. They threw a carrier bag full of cowshit. Most of it landed on the floor and a fair amount on Tam Dalyell. The speaker ordered clearing of the chamber, and Dennis objected, saying they couldn't adjourn because there was a motion on the floor.

No idea how embellished his account was but I suppose he got years of fun over telling the story...