Something to sing about?

Tradition holds that the budget speech is the only time alcohol is allowed in the House of Commons, the theory being that the Chancellor deserves a stiff drink. Disraeli liked a brandy, whilst Gladstone preferred sherry with beaten egg. Well, frankly, I'll have some of whatever Darling was having.

Billions pouring into job-creation. Overseas development commitments secure for the next two years. And a new 50% tax bracket for top earners. Cautiously, I'm impressed. It's not much, but it's a start. Thanks, Darling, although you don't need mine: Ian Dale already thinks you're a big, red, class-war dribbling knob. That should be endorsement enough.

Look, I know that you're expecting bile and vitriol from me, and we both know that there's a long way to go. An article is DEFINITELY on its way about how increasing tobacco and alcohol duty is a stealth tax on the poor. But look, it's a lovely day, we've been promised a tiny giggling bit of redistribution, and for the extra win, Cameron really did make an arse of his pink-faced self in the rebuttal speech. Go on, let's enjoy ourselves for five minutes. Numfar, do the dance of joy!