This week’s New Statesman just arrived in the post. I’m not a fan if I’m honest.

It’s like Guido Fawkes’ blog - there’s rarely anything worth reading but I feel compelled to keep going back just in case I miss something. I doubt I’m the only one. You can pretty much absorb the average issue’s gist over the course of a fairly relaxed tom tit. I wouldn’t bother with it but the current subscription deal offers 12 issues at just 40p each and a free book.

Being of puerile mind the only thing to immediately leap at me from the Stateman’s pages this week is this picture - accompanying his ‘it’s got to be Gordon’ interview - of boy wonder, David Miliband flicking the Vs:

I wonder if whoever laid out the issue is having a laugh because if you turn back a page in the direction of David’s V-flickage, you find this:

One for the Kremlinologists, that one. (Also, who does Miliband’s hair? It looks like it’s been chewed.) And then there was the Statesman’s website earlier this morning:

On first glance you think, ‘Bloody hell, Miliband’s let himself go’. Kim Jong-mil.

Not great political insights, I’ll grant you but I’ve got a hangover right now that would have made Oliver Reed weep.