They say people, as they are dying, become more like themselves. Keir was never more himself today in his last living PMQs. He’ll be at NATO next week, and the week after he’ll be standing on the trapdoor waiting for Mr Speaker to say, “And that concludes Keir Starmer.” The House will be in their elegiac mood, there-but-the-grace-of-God mode, their nil nisi bonum requiem for an ex-PM. It will be a civilised, understated affair, quite unlike the brawling maul he created around himself this afternoon.
Credit for this must go to Kemi: her steadiness, her quiet, controlled delivery poked the beast opposite into a quacking fury. She was at her baiting best.
