THERE are two kinds of MP: those who, when their visit to the gym is interrupted by the sound of the division bell, bounce self-confidently into the voting lobby, enjoying the double-takes and jokes about their attire and their sweaty countenance.
And then there are those who dread having to vote in their running shoes and shorts, who feel naked and vulnerable without the comfort of their suit.
On account of my legs, I fall into the second category. So I was not best pleased earlier this afternoon when, after a mere 15 minutes on the treadmill, a vote was called. Cue much jeering and finger-pointing (and that was just the police). Kerry McCarthy even threatened to take a photo with her phone to post on her blog. I do, genuinely hope she was kidding.
Believe me, so do you.