That's the bouquet. The brickbat has to go to the Leader of the Opposition, because no matter how many times I listen to what's been said recently, and I know they've got a job to do, but it reminds me of Rudyard Kipling, doesn't it? If I might plagiarise his poem a tad, I've got to quote him, "if you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too"—and I'll sort of abbreviate by saying—"you might well become a leader too one day, my son." 