We all know that parliament is infested with some terrible things, such a piggies with snouts in the trough and greasy pole climbers. Then there are the cloth moths.
Apparently they're out of control and they've been desperately trying to stop the little critters eating away at the carpets and, according to the Facilities department "other items in a number of areas of the Palace".
Given that they like dried skin and hair too I don't really want to speculate or imagine what the other items might be. Nay, the thought online is enough to cause nausea. They reckon that the clean up job will take at least six months, the problem is they've found the moths "elsewhere" now.
"Elsewhere" you say? Gordon's wallet perhaps? Maybe Sarah's knickers? Oops. Did I just type that out loud? I think I may have to go and stand in the corner for lowering the tone. Shame on me. Can anyone think of less gratutious places "elsewhere" might be?