This blog has long had a soft spot for Chris 'Crapper' Huhne. It is a pile of ordure - sorry, anaerobically-digestable matter - maturing nicely to become fuel for generating subsidised electricity. Well, it's only fitting.
The Judge may have a harder spot in mind. Either way, I am content, even as Cleggy weeps his big crocodile tears.
What an excellent start to the week. And at Candlemas, too ! - if you'll pardon the profanity, but Sunday's sermon is still fresh in the mind.
Nunc dimittis ; I have lived to see the day.