I ATTENDED prayers this afternoon, just to be there when the new Speaker arrived at the head of his procession for the first time.

Most people place a lot of significance (probably too much significance) on the regalia each Speaker chooses to wear. The last Speaker to wear a wig, for example, was Bernard Weatherill. We knew Bercow wouldn’t wear the wig, but what about the rest of the 19th century wardrobe?

Shirt and tie, regular suit, plus a black robe of the type made familiar by old fashioned headmasters. And that was it. The contrast with all his predecessors was pretty stark.

One other observation, this time from a colleague. When the Speaker and Serjeant-at-Arms arrive in the chamber, they pause at the bar and bow, then take a couple of steps in, stop and bow again, and then one more time before prayers are read.

“He took little steps,” giggled my colleague. “Normally it’s only five steps – he had to take six,” she added.

Now I’ll have none of that size-ist nonsense on this blog, thank you very much.