Shaun Ley has written a good piece in the latest BBC World at One newsletter, which I think deserves wider circulation:
The image has stayed with me ever since the evening when I sat in the Strangers Bar in the House of Commons. It’s small and undistinguished, with a narrow bar and pretty unimaginative décor. The grander spaces are saved for Members of Parliament, not least the terrace, overlooking the Thames, which is just next door to this bar. Strangers is one of the few places where non-MPs can go for a drink, provided of course that an MP is buying.
On this particular evening, whilst MPs hung around waiting to vote, I’d squeezed in to the crowded bar to share a pint with a minister, the sort of routine exchange between journalist and politician which is the currency of Westminster life (and incidentally the source of many of the stories you’ll read in your newspaper the following morning).
It must be around ten years ago now, but the memory is still vivid. A cry erupted from the bar, where an MP was sitting drinking with her colleagues. She rose unsteadily to her feet, shouted for her handbag, then, spotting it at the other end of the room, proceeded to stagger towards it via a route which was a long way from being a straight line. Indeed, she was unable to stand upright, instead veering in crab-like movements towards her goal.