Ben Brogan and Sam Coates were the first to mock the afflicted this morning when they drew attention to a Sun article about Cameron in which the floppy haired boy wonder was all: "OMG, like William Hague is like SO COOL! He's my new bestest mate EVAH and we text each other all the time, swap clothes and make-up tips and ... " [okay we get the picture - Ed] Speculation that this meant that the Boy George was being replaced as the other dimension in the Conservatives' Axis of Evil presumably had Osborne sobbing into his economic forecasts and lamenting that this damned credit crunch had ever come along to expose holes in the Tories' fiscal strategy.

What with all the talk of big beasts (Ken Clarke) and slightly dinkier ones (Wee Willy) making a comeback, the Gord, not to be outdone, invited Gillian Shephard to head a working group looking at how to get kids from disadvantaged backgrounds interested in politics. Rumours that Nick Clegg is in negotiations with the lass from the Ghost Whisperer over the possibility that Gladstone might come back to conduct an internal review on how the Irish Question could unite the Liberals for the 21st century are said to be unfounded.

With more of a whimper than a bang, PMQs was upon us. There's a liveblog here, but the most notable quotables were:

• Brown's pledge to buy shares in hi-tech companies;
• An apparent refusal to have a vote on the third runway at Heathrow;
• Norman Lamont cited as a keen enthusiast of VAT, cuts which struck us at Common Endeavour as a slightly strange choice for cheerleader given his sterling (geddit?) work over that ERM business, but then again I guess Cameron could have hardly commented on that little episode, could he?

And speaking of Lamont, Lady Shriti Vadera managed to walk into an elephant trap by echoing Lamont's words about "green shoots" of economic recovery which we think deeply unfair on her. Maybe she's just a keen gardener or something. Still, if nothing else has been proven beyond reasonable doubt today it is this: the Normster clearly is to times of economic wibbles what Banquo was to royal dinner parties.

Elsewhere on the blogosphere, Anton Vowl whips out his "Bullshit to English" dictionary out and uses it to translate the Daily Mail's latest frothings about Labour's "attack on the middle classes", Kerry McCarthy MP wonders what the point of the atheist bus campaign is, and the ever-wonderful Hoby has a highly entertaining sketch on the importance that us bloggers place on our online ramblings ... in the face of all the available evidence.