Oh what a Kludge! the Sergeant-at-Arms dragging the leader of the DUP from under the PM's bench and interrupting the Maiden Speech of a shrinking violet from one of the Shires on the subject of Tags fitted to persons whom are presumed innocent until proven guilty and are remanded at home rather than in a detention centre and had just proven himself guilty of being a presumer in the matter of Tags, by presuming them to be affixed to the person's ear, as are sheep tagged, instead of being an ankle bracelet! and now he was drowned out by the sheer abandon of Madame Tangerine Foster, clad in Orange all over and declaiming her innocence of any possible charges: "there I wis, oop in thay Pooblic Gaullery, yer Warship, craning me knack tae oabsurve me Loyal Orange Maimbers below, staunnin oop fer Oolstur against he Youropean Younyin, whan wan o me airings drapt awf me aire and fail doon inter the Chumber, an wis axidauntly kicked oondur thot therr bainch, wall it was wan o may beloved King Billy airings, presented tae me bay the Graund Mint Impayreal Eturnal Graund Vizear of the Moast Loyal Orange Squash of Holeland, so it wis, an impulsively I joost shinned down wan of theym pillers in they confusion of the mayment, so I did, aund I'll sware tae thot oondur Oath!" and then burst into The Sash My Father Wore, as the Sergeant-at-Arms frog-marched her out, the DUP Members roared their support for her and the rafters echoed with their cheers and the Speaker bellowed: "Orderrrrr, Orderrrrr!" to all and sundry.