Finally, at twenty past three, I get to grab something to eat. Been so busy this morning (after my late start). And I just broke my head. Was working on the M&S thing, then had to deploy an NS&I thing, then had a five-minute phone call from Phil about NO2ID stuff (apparently there’s some amendment from David Winnick that I need to read; we were astonished to realise that the vote bundle is actually available online!), then ordered my lunch in Spanish (the guys behind the counter at the local caff are all either Spanish or Portuguese and, frankly, Portuguese is just Spanish with a bad accent, so we roll with it. Now munching at a baked spud, with chicken-bacon-sweetcorn mayo. At last. Report Stage of the Identity Cards Bill in the Commons tonight. Not that it’ll matter, given that the lying, cheating government have curbed any chance of anyone doing something as scandalous as actually debating the bill. Cunts.