Watching Iain Duncan-Smith slide his way down the political toilet is highly entertaining. What next - challenging, the backstabbing lackeys he appointed to a round of fisticuffs? The man is hanging on by a thread.
Why does IDS sound like a bowel disorder?
Shame the programme about Michael Portillo living as a single parent wasn't as funny as I hoped. He did too well for my liking, but who on earth would think it would be a good idea to leave him with their kids for a week?