In best possible taste.
AS SQUADS of cleaners move into the ICC to clean up after the Tory conference, we are left with that laughable regiment of tin-drawered women who protested at conference delegates being offered pounds 10-off vouchers at the Rocket lap-dancing club.
This group of malcontents also complained that lesbians and homosexuals have been discriminated against because no special offers were tailored for them.
But, although they are as irritating as bluebottles, their bluster drew forth another offer, this time of sandwiches and champagne from the urbane Allan Sartori, the club's owner.
They were shrill. He was gentlemanly. They tried to paint those luscious dancers as down-trodden and exploited. Mr Sartori pointed out that, far from being exploited, his dancers were members of the acting union, Equity.
If this gaggle of kill-joys had accepted their invitations, they'd have discovered the club is fun, relaxing and as well ordered as a nunnery.
I trust that their spokesman, Ms Clare Lovell, isn't under the impression she represents the majority of West Midland women.
Back to your cauldron, Clare.