PMQs sketch: Politics without fear

Remember how it was? Many fans of Westminster still recall with fondness the happy afternoons when the Tories used to greet Ed Miliband at PMQs with a storm of ironic contempt. Nowadays the Labour-shambles is barely worth a half-hearted jeer let alone a burst of orchestrated scoffing. When Corbyn stands up at the despatch box, with his Oxfam suit and his whopping tofu-tum, he gets something close to library-silence from the Conservatives. There’s a Chinese whisper of resentment, a few chuntering snuffles, the odd yawned harrumph. That’s all. It’s the sound of 300 well-fed hogs resettling themselves during an afternoon nap. What politics needs is the intoxicating roar of crack-troops moving in for the kill. Something crucial has gone missing from PMQs. Fear.

The Conservatives don’t fear the opposition. The opposition leader doesn’t fear his backbenchers. And the PM doesn’t fear anything. That’s why it scarcely matters that Corbyn fared pretty well today.