So old 'dad' Blunkett's resigned after finally realising he's let his party down, putting himself and the fruits of his frisky loins before his mate Tony.

How could he consider continuing to hold down a job of such enormous responsibility when his mind has to be all over the place? Priorities: access access access.

Politics is a team game and you've got to keep your eye on the ball. And if you're going to shoot, make sure it's in the right direction and not towards your own goal.

The guy's gotta be well gutted but it's a competitive world and he just ain't got what it takes.

'You're a loser, Blunkett! Go and clean the showers, you 'orrible little boy!'