Even The Txts Don't Do It For Me

11:15 PM CT in Croydon says we should bring back Paddy Ashdown. Keith in Shropshire says we had enough of LibDems last week. S Crees in Pontefract says Huhne comitted suicide in last week's debate. Jack in Eastbourne says it should have been pistols at dawn but I don't pretend to understand that one.

Andy in Reading says to Davy (that must be 'Davy in Fife' from the previous post) that he thought all Scots had died with laughter. I like these conversations - Andy in Reading wasn't txting to "us" the viewers, he was txting to Davy and we kind of "overheard" the conversation. Love it.

A new question from the TV floor...How do you justify Scottish MPs voting on English issues? (Have we not heard this before Ad Nauseam? Zzzzzz)

Leave My Darling Alone

11:11 PM Ian in Somerset asks if he gets interest on his loan to Northern Rock. Davy in Fife asks the football score from last night (hoho - another witty Scot trying to wind up the English). Phil in Stoke says the football plyaers last night should have had ID cards becuse they obviously didn't know each other. Another hoho on that one.

Dimblebottom says something which makes people laugh - I love those moments, but again, I miss it. Doesn't matter - the laughter was shared, the tone lifted, I briefly smelled excitement and thought "There IS a God!".

But no. Pedestrianism is but a txt away as John in Carshalton says Labour is in meltdown. Tendai in Brentwood tells another txter off, but I miss the point. I like these cross-screen references.

David in Surbiton asks what is the point of the LibDems - we had that question last week. Yaaaawn. Come on Beebie editors - buck up.

A "Mrs Darling" asks us to leave her "Darling" alone. Another hoho.