Enjoyed Wigan last night, proof that you can enjoy the WOL events relatively sober.

Now here is the obligatory MP's expenses scandal sonnet - which should not be sung to the tune of Piggies from the Beatles' White Album, therefore I might try it sometime....

Those naughty old MPs, they've been found out

Oink oink, with all their snouts deep in the trough

It makes us feel so smart to scream and shout

It makes us feel superior to scoff

Just like they felt superior enough

To write their own rules, laugh at the taxman

Something I can't permit; tax fraud's a tough

One to accept, Hazel-eyed as I am

One fears that Blears and her ilk's milking scam

By t'good folk of Salford is OK - not!

Dirty old town, Westminster! The ride's rough

From here to the finishing post. They ran

For election as thoroughbreds. Truth's out!

They're all just piggies. Now we'll huff and puff....