Mr Speaker, I'd like if I may...
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IT'S not always possible to say exactly where a picture idea springs from.
Such was the case with the above image, called Point of Order.
Perhaps my years as a parliamentary reporter implanted something deep in my psyche which has now - half a century later - found expression.
Anyway, here it is - an image featuring my usual cast of florid-faced loons, toothless dopes, gormless wenches and snoozing, snoring, snorting old buffers with bulbous, booze-infused noses.
An attention-seeker is seen taking issue with the speaker, causing a mild rustle of interest among the front and back benchers.
There is no hidden message here. If it raises even the trace of a smile, it will be worth the acrylic, ink and poster paint invested.