Bravo. I was out of the room at the precise moment and only heard the end, “congestion chargium”, it was. My thoughts were, in rough order, “Haven’t I read that parody recently?” and “Gosh, they got Will Self *back* on the programme just to read someone imitating his style”. Then I forgot all about it. Eight-thirty is rather early for us unemployed layabouts and I wasn’t quite awake.