CHUCKLE BROTHERS TO HEAD STAR CAST ?

Well, the election is over and done with....for now. And Labour have gone off licking their wounds and no doubt wondering what to do next. It seems the first item on their `agenda` is to elect a new leader, now that Gordon Brown has disappeared onto the back benches.

Now, I am not a member of any political party, so please do not interpret this particular ramble as in any way politically biased. There was an occasion when I seriously considered joining the Monster Raving Loony Party since I imagined we would have much in common, but of course to seriously consider anything would immediately disqualify one from membership of that outfit.

One of the blessings of the election was the disppearance of most of those MPs who were caught up in the expenses scandal, not least of which was, of course, the aforementioned Jacqui Smith, the former Home Secretary. Her job has now gone to Tory matriarch Theresa May, she of the killer shoes and who shares the same name as a leading `adult film actress`- not that I would know anything about that. But somehow, I can`t see Theresa May being given quite the same `welcome` to the Home Office as the one Jacqui Smith enjoyed, for I have it on good authority that, on being introduced to the Permanent Secretary at the Home Office, Ms. Smith was invited to `put the kettle on, there`s a good girl.`

So, as the coalition government of our ConDemNation gets down to business, eyes might after all be focussed on the choice Labour (and the Unions) make for their next leader. So far, there have been two declared candidates - the brothers Milliband, pictured above. The eldest, David, has now apparently finished his gap year and is ready to take on his younger brother, Ed, who claims to be a Leeds United supporter. Not a good start, boys. I don`t know who else might emerge from the shadows but whoever gets the job, they are likely to be in opposition for quite some time, given the stitch-up proposed by the ConDemNation coalition to have a fixed term parliament for five years.

But it could be mildly entertaining to observe the desperation of the Labour membership and the Unions to find anyone within what`s left of their ranks with enough gravitas to really be taken seriously. Somehow, I can`t quite imagine the Chuckle Brothers, Ed Balls, Auntie Harriett or anyone else doing anything other than convincing me that the Monster Raving Loony Party is, after all, alive and kicking.