Westminster Sketch: Britain's latest bloodsport � Brown-baiting � returned to the Westminster bearpit yesterday as the fall-out to �donorgate� continued to drop from a great height on to the head of our noble but embattled Prime Minister.

Britain's latest bloodsport - Brown-baiting - returned to the Westminster bearpit yesterday as the fall-out to "donorgate" continued to drop from a great height on to the head of our noble but embattled Prime Minister.

The doctor, nurse and ambulance were all on standby just in case Gordy suffered yet another major loss of political blood.

Last week, the PM was likened to the hapless Blackadder. This week, Vince Cable, who has done a remarkably fine job as caretaker leader of the LibDems, had MPs in stitches when he noted how the PM had, in just a few weeks, undergone the remarkable transformation "from Stalin to Mr Bean".

As he entered the bearpit, there was a half-hearted cheer from les miserables on the Labour benches, but it was so obviously limp that the Tories began to laugh.

Harriet Harman, Gordy's equally embattled deputy, made a point of sitting next to her boss, but kept looking around her colleagues as if in search of friendly expressions of support: a clear sign that a politician knows they're in trouble.

The only momentary distraction was the startling appearance of Theresa May, she of the leopard-print kitten heels, who had sashayed into the chamber wearing a skin-tight, fluorescent, flesh-coloured number that left nothing to the imagination and showed off bumps that would have been best left hidden.

The Cameroon, wielding another particularly large cudgel, took no time in whacking Gordy over the head by asking him how the PM could repeat his earlier pledge to be open, end spin, restore trust and deliver competence, given the secret donor revelations.

The battered and bruised premier, doing his level best to hold it together, sought to use the gambit of lumping all politicians into the same hole by insisting it was in all parties' interests to sort out the current mess.

However, the Tories were having none of it. DC sought to up the ante by mentioning the police and whether Gordy had called in PC Plod. The PM sought to deflect another blow by insisting this was a matter for the Electoral Commission probe.

After calling for the scalp of Jon Mendelson, Labour's chief fundraiser, Dave delivered his biggest blow by calling into question the premier's integrity, saying his "donorgate" explanation "beggars belief".

The Tory crescendo came when their leader insisted Gordy was simply not up to the job.

Speaker Michael Martin shouted above the tumult that the PM "must get a hearing", to which one Conservative wag added: "In court."

Outside the chamber, Labour MPs were fatalistic, dispensing euphemisms about how times were "interesting" and "challenging".

Bob Marshall-Andrews, the serial Labour rebel, has likened the woes befalling Gordy to a Shakespearan tragedy.

However, another seasoned Labour figure noted: "No, no. At least Shakey knew the plot." Oh dear.