I want everybody in this House to imagine for a second. Imagine that you can't hear me. I'm sure that is something that many of my colleagues in this Chamber would invite and think that they'd very much like, but, of course, I would like them to remove the humour from that proposition. Seriously, I ask my colleagues to imagine that they can't hear me, but that they can't hear not just me. Imagine that you can't hear the question time bells and you can't hear the conscience vote bells, which echoed across Parliament last night, well past midnight, calling us to work and to vote in the Chamber. Imagine that you can't hear points of order, questions nor the answers. Imagine that you can't hear the whispers of colleagues as whips dart across the House and negotiate the day's business and that you can't hear interjections and heckles, nor the laughs and the bellows that follow.