Laughter Is The Best Medicine

I am currently attending the Liberal Democrats' Autumn Conference in Glasgow.

Walking into a hall in the Crowne Plaza hotel, what should I encounter but free drink, free food - oh, and Nick Clegg.

Poor Mr Clegg has suffered hard times these past few months; his popularity rating has shrunk to the size of the salad selection in a Scottish supermarket. Here, however, I caught him in jovial mood: I like to think this is because he has just heard that Lord Oakeshott has been eaten alive by a pack of murderous lemmings.