Proof that Tony B is packing his bags in Sedgefield is slipped into my grubby hands: a copy of his constituency party minutes. The outgoing premier maintains in public that he intends to remain an MP after resigning as PM.
The dull thud of slapped backs echoed round 'ull football stadium when gel-head Alan "Mr Quiffy" Johnson expressed a desire to step into John Prescott's shoes, if not his underpants.
Tory dominatrix Theresa May is proving quite an attraction at Thursday's business questions. Once famous for her shoes, the shadow leader of the house is now pulling in unreconstructed MPs eager to discover if she's wearing another of her daring low-cut tops.
So were you surprised by the title of this column? Are you concerned that your socially-aware politically-progressive New Statesman has suddenly lost its marbles?
My first experience of leading a campaign was forced on me - the world was being screwed up by leaders who were determined to embark on an unjust war with Iraq, despite clear evidence that most of the population disagreed with them.
The wheels wobble on Hilary Benn's newly constructed charabanc as he goes down an American route in the quest for the Labour deputy's tiara.
It’s official then. Less than six months after the hurly-burly of the May local elections, the Labour councillor for my home ward of Kentish Town has resigned leaving two Lib Dems and a vacancy, so we will be having a by-election in December for which I have been selected as the candidate.