Or in one picture, to be precise. TheEye spotted this in the Daily Telegraph today whilst propped up against a bar and laughed. And laughed. And laughed. And then made a mental note to blog with a copy.

Really, if you are a spin-doctor this isn’t just a resignation photograph. No. Not even one to locate the family-heirloom noose and walk to the nearest lamppost. Long before that you’d have gouged your eyeballs out with a teaspoon and filled the still-bleeding sockets with fire-ants and shards of broken glass.

Every LibDem stereotype known to man is visible. The fuzzy blurry leader is a given. In the second row is the inebriated old soak who’s had a very reasonable lunch and can’t stand the excitement. That means that he doesn’t realise that the man sitting next to him is eyeing up his privates. Third in, St Vince of Cable’s grandson is excavating his nose in search of policies. The far-too-eager schoolboy in the front row will be grateful to his mother for buffing those shoes so well, and the Creature From The Black Lagoon in the red just defies caricature. The sociology lecturer in the corduroy jacket, though, has spotted the free finger buffet. Lucky he brought that carrier bag, eh?