What a month! Between sorting out the Irish economy (you will take the money, you economic illiterates) and sending the Kim Jong dynasty to the naughty step for causing another nasty mess in Korea, one has been extremely busy.
Not to mention the time spent trying to track down Gordon Brown, so that he might possibly do the job for which he is paid a lot of money – i.e. from time to time attend the Mother of Parliaments to represent the interests of the people who voted for him. Apparently, he thinks he has already done that by signing an uncancellable contract for a couple of (unusable) Aircraft Carriers, to be built in his constituency, and therefore he continues to sulk in his bunker in Fife (which I always thought was something like a penny whistle, usually accompanied by a musket and a drum). And nobody can throw a sulk like Gordon, not even your teenage child.