Don't let the sun go down on me

As I start writing this at half past midnight there is a sense of inevitability about the Prevention of Terrorism Bill. None of the earlier votes in the House of Commons was remotely close and their Lordships show every sign of wanting to see this through to the bitter end. Resistance is not exactly futile but clearly the Labour whips have been hard at work on some of the earlier rebels.

Some of the older coves seemed to be getting rather overexcited at the prospect of a late night sitting "Just like old times dear boy"

I now also know that the heating does go off overnight and am surveying the office furnishings for something warm to throw overmyself whilst I kip in the armchair.