WHEN it is not being the lowpoint, FMQs aims to be the highlight of the Holyrood week, but yesterday it was a mere warm-up before Labour's headlining no confidence motion in Alex Neil.

The Health Secretary is a political super-predator: a permanently grinning Great White, he forever skirts the nets but never gets caught, and loves nothing better than chewing up opponents in debate to show he can. Yesterday, however, he was forced to wait silently as others swam to his defence.

Only the grin remained, that inflexible smile in a meaty red face, like a cross between Jaws and a doner kebab cone. It was a tough session.

Spotting blood in the water, Labour's backbenches bristled with harpoons and they were all trained on Mr Neil's gumline.

First into his oilskins and souwester, Neil Findlay insisted he took "no pleasure" in moving the motion, but "the dogs in the street" knew the Health Secretary had deceived Parliament over a health shake-up.

Mr Neil just grinned his dead-eyed grin.

Tory John Lamont was understated but surgical as he filleted the specimen before him.

A "very sad instance of a minister allowing an untruth to gain credence in order to avoid difficult questions," he declared solemnly.

The Cheshire Shark smile started to wilt.

But that was before the comedy interlude, as SNP MSP Bob Doris put in the kind of turn that gives toadying a bad name.

He had come, he sniffed, to tell MSPs about "the Alex Neil that I know".

Former Labour health minister Richard Simpson said Neil's was "a bad decision, badly made" and "an abuse of power" that misled Parliament. "He should do the decent thing and resign."

After that, even Mr Neil's gleaming rictus sank briefly from view. But an hour later the vote was 67-57 in his favour.

The shark was free to go.

He should not relax about going back in the water, though. Labour have not given up the hunt yet, and next time they will get a bigger boat.