The House of Commons has just voted not to go into recess for the Conservative Party Conference.
They ought to be, and they probably are, dancing in the streets of Manchester at the prospect of not having to host that Conference, the most boorish, drunken, drugged-up, entitled event since the demise of New Labour.
In particular, Manchester's women and black people will be a lot safer tonight than they were this morning.
Manchester will be well worth visiting next week. A civilised place, with no public school drinking games played by men in late middle age, and with no one burning £50 notes in front of the homeless.
So much nicer without the Bullingdon Club, it consorts, and their wannabes. I may even have a look over.
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