So every Wednesday, at 12pm sharp, David Cameron arrives in the chamber for the event that is Prime Minister's Questions (or PMQs). The weekly session has been described as a pantomime, charade and worse. For those who have tried to sit through it, it's not always clear how the event is meant to work and why they are shouting all the time.
So here I will try to explain, if not exactly why it is like it is, at least how it is meant to work.
First - who gets to ask questions?
What can they ask about?
Does Cameron know what he will be asked in advance?
Does he have to answer the question?
Why all the shouting and jeering?
Is PMQs fit for purpose?
Four weeks ago I was worried about writing this column on the eve of the last major parliamentary debate on Brexit. Anything could have happened, rendering my speculation obsolete by the time you read it. I shouldn’t have fretted. Anything could have happened but nothing did.
Here I am again. Groundhog day. It’s Tuesday. There’s a big debate tomorrow.
Tuesday. Another day spent discussing Brexit. Another day of my life I’m not getting back.
We are no further forward. As the clock ticks down to exit it’s only fair to ask: What the hell is Theresa May playing at?