Not very often I'll pass on my hearty congratulations to the Parliamentary Labour Party, but they have made two very astute choices tonight giving Shaun Woodward and Mr Tango-Man the heave-ho from their front bench.
Woodward, even before his nondescript sojourn as SoS for Northern Ireland, always had struck me as one of the worst examples of the modern-day careerist politician, the type who wouldn't know what a principle (political or otherwise) was even if it were to hit him over the head with a baseball bat. The ultimate loyal apparatchik who was nevertheless capable of shamelessly flitting between parties without so much of a whiff of an explanation or apology. His waffling attempted justification, last weekend on Radio Ulster, for denying NI voters the right to have a Labour candidate on the ballot paper was exactly what I would have expected from the gutless weasel.
Which leads us seamlessly onto... Peter Hain.
Other than the man himself, I can't imagine there is anyone sad to see him wander off into political obscurity.