Half-time in the House: everything to play for

Don't listen to the Government's advice; it'll give you cancer, warns the Independent.
In spite of the angry, nasal squealing inflicted on the Chamber by the Boy George yesterday, Peter Riddell reckons that the Eyebrow has played a blinder in knackering the Tories' advantage.
Tory blogosphere: hang your head in shame, Mr Darling! Alistair: am I bovvered?
The polls are still all over the place according to the UK Polling Report.
Alice Miles in the Times with a special report on how "Scotland" is a faraway place that can only be reached by using the Tardis and whose inhabitants are strange, evil, smelly people who have - by evil cunning - infiltrated our offices of state. Somebody call David Tennant!
Westmonster has long been of the opinion that the MPs who have the greatest love of making eloquent speeches about equality are the most likely to roar "do you know who I am?" at bewildered catering staff when they're caught 10p short. With yesterday's announcement that we all have to salute every time one of our elected representatives passes by, Hugo Rifkind asks for photographic evidence of those MPs who really, really love those poor, disadvantaged people. Unless they're in front of him in the queue, that is.

Guido demonstrates a hitherto unrealised support for the public sector and manages to discuss the issue without the words "snout" and "trough" appearing in any sort of order.
Yeah, this "vision" thing, Gord. Like, what is it?
Daniel Finkelstein on how Brown's strategy to present himself as the antithesis of the Tonemeister will be as successful as Al Gore's tactic of airbrushing out Clinton.
Olly's Onions is just glad that the Labour Government has stopped wasting its time trying to help out former mining communities, the economically disadvantaged, and those lacking in educational aspiration and focused on assisting those who really matter: the voters in Kensington and Chelsea.