Wes Streeting and his young devotees had plonked themselves at the far end of the chamber, an area normally occupied by non-entities.
In their centre, looking a little plumper and more important than the rest, sat Wes. Our would-be PM had come to make his big resignation speech.
A nation watched agog, eager to learn why this suntanned princeling quit a newish government and plunged it into such decline. What dirt would he disclose on the Starmerites? On what mighty point of principle had he broken his spear and retreated to his pavilion in displeasure?
We were not told.
As leadership stump speeches go,
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