Well the day is finally here and Sir Arbuthnot will shortly be making the arduous journey to Manchester for the Tory conference, once again upended by the RMT s devious schemes. Keep an eye out, there may be one or two additional diaries between now and the end of the Tory gathering.
Well, chums, we ve reached the end of the school year. Given the lack of - specifically drunk - MPs in Westminster over the Summer Recess, Beachcomber is going to lay down his pen for a few weeks to recharge his supply of gossip, and his liver. See you on the other side.
Crisis at the BBC, war on the front pages and more cost of living misery. Still, it s not looking all bad for our great politicians - they re counting down the days until their six-week summer break. The Red Lion will soon fall silent.
After a week of boozy summer receptions across Westminster, Beachcomber managed to avoid any major tipple-induced faux pas in front of politicians, got a selfie with Matt Hancock and a serious vitamin deficiency thanks to a five-day diet consisting entirely of warm, pastry-based canapés. See you all next week.