Robin whoooooo?’ they unisoned. You know, Robin Walker. Junior Brexit minister. Member for Worcester. Once worked for oily PR serpent Roland Rudd before becoming a bag carrier for Oliver Letwin.
No, fair enough. I hadn’t the foggiest either.
Mr Walker was the hapless soul sent out to bat for the Government yesterday after an urgent question from Jeremy Corbyn on our supposed withdrawal from the European Union.
![With the arrival of such a rookie performer, Labour’s front bench smelt blood. They attacked him hard, making him appear out of his depth. They cackled with indignation. It was noisy, Bash Street Kids-level stuff [File photo]](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2019/03/12/00/10859168-0-image-a-1_1552349725513.jpg)
With the arrival of such a rookie performer, Labour’s front bench smelt blood. They attacked him hard, making him appear out of his depth. They cackled with indignation. It was noisy, Bash Street Kids-level stuff [File photo]
The Prime Minister was attending a service for the Commonwealth at Westminster Abbey. Presumably the rest of her senior ministers had conveniently found somewhere of utmost importance they needed to be.
It had been a mildly shambolic morning around Westminster. Rumours swirled Mrs May might try to wriggle out of today’s meaningful vote once again.
News that she would be travelling to Strasbourg for last-minute talks were leaked via the Irish foreign minister. Mr Walker’s arrival at the despatch box added to the whiffy levels of farce.
It didn’t help his cause that he looks like ripe cannon fodder. Floppy-haired. Plum-voiced. Impeccably polite. Exactly the sort of bloke who gets wasted first in a horror movie.
![The Prime Minister was attending a service for the Commonwealth at Westminster Abbey. Presumably the rest of her senior ministers had conveniently found somewhere of utmost importance they needed to be [File photo]](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2019/03/12/00/10859238-0-image-a-3_1552349888461.jpg)
The Prime Minister was attending a service for the Commonwealth at Westminster Abbey. Presumably the rest of her senior ministers had conveniently found somewhere of utmost importance they needed to be [File photo]
With the arrival of such a rookie performer, Labour’s front bench smelt blood. They attacked him hard, making him appear out of his depth. They cackled with indignation. It was noisy, Bash Street Kids-level stuff.
Labour transport spokesman Andy McDonald (Lab, Middlesbrough) gnawed furiously on a piece of gum.
Education spokesman Angela Rayner (Lab, Ashton-under-Lyne) stamped her foot. Formidable Angela had a proper pair of shin-kickers pulled over her ankles. Remember Elton
