Oh, give over, Woodcock. I thought for a minute there you were getting reasonable. There was a damn sight more naked transparency than you'd get with any of your tawdry crowd. I love it that we do stuff straight down the line sans the spin that you lot learned fom the despicable Blair. But all you do is sit back and allow the bloody Telegraph and the Express and the Rothermere fascists and the Murdoch wankers lead you by the nose. Underneath it all you know that Keith is up shit creek without a paddle. We don't expect you to ditch your pride and admit that out loud, but you're clever enough to extricate yourself from his ignorant bilge without losing face. We might even end up loving you. Shit.