I remember very well the first time I went to the House of Fun. Westminster. The Commons. Parliament. Whatever you want to call it.
Like the fool that I am, I didn’t just nip in and out for the spicy bits. I sat in the chamber all day, every day, for aeons. Actually, maybe an entire three weeks. That’s still longer than many hacks who just turn up for the brawl that is PMQs.
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