It seems there’s a crisis even before parliament gathers, over who sits in the chair. I’m prepared to offer my services to resolve the impasse. The chair looks reasonably comfortable for my crook back, and I like a glass of water occasionally. As a seasoned preacher, I’m sure I could do a tolerable job of barking “Awdah!!” at respectable intervals, and there doesn’t seem to be much else to it. I do admit to being a novice on parliamentary procedure, but it looks easy on the telly. And I’m sure the house will be forgiving, as we enter the brave new world of “kinder and gentler politics”.