Further evidence that everyone was tired towards the end of Tuesday’s marathon session: Baroness Royall, the government chief whip, had to intervene to stop the monomaniacal Eurosceptic Lord Pearson of Rannoch dragging proceedings to a halt, but in trying to begin with the traditional “My Lords” with which almost everything said in the chamber is meant to be prefaced, she said:
Baroness Royall of Blaisdon: My loves—not “my loves”. My Lords…
It would significantly, perhaps permanently, alter the tone in the Lords if she were to say to Lord Pearson from the dispatch box, “Yeah, all right, love, sit down”.
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