Nobody in the history of the House of Commons had pissed in the speakers face or abandoned convention more. And the whippet farming, flat cap wearing grovelling little supplicant, still misty eyed at being allowed into the big house to mix with the quality, didn't have the self respect backbone or respect for his own office to do anything other than lap up said pish and say thanks awfully.
A pitiful man. A disgrace of a speaker. A tissue thin wet wipe, who wouldn't have been in the job were he anything else.