Grim times bring grim realisations. And few things are grimmer than Bercow’s Paradox. How is it that John “progressive change-maker” Bercow, the larger-than-life Speaker of the House whose cod-Dickensian diction more calls to mind Partridge than Palmerston, can occasionally, however haphazardly, hit upon something of value? For most of the British electorate, the Speaker’s half-dozen oft-repeated and over-enunciated polysyllables can be met with simple Saxonic monosyllables. But, despite his preening grandstanding – and narcissistic glances around the chamber – lightning struck twice yesterday.