Throughout the arrow-shower of abuse raining down on him from these smart-suited Bravehearts, Mr Cameron seemed unruffled. Of course, these are early days. For example, as the Scottish Secretary Michael Moore admitted, it's still to be decided whether Scots who live outside Scotland will be allowed to vote. Presumably they must, if only to avoid excluding the SNP's biggest celebrity supporter, Sean Connery, a man who loves Scotland so much he lives in the Bahamas.
All this squabbling meant there was less pressure than usual on Mr Miliband. Despite a wretched start to the year he appeared to be in reasonable spirits. Normally the Labour leader looks like a man wearing an itchy jumper two sizes too small for him, but here he seemed, if not cheerful, then at least not suicidal. He and Mr Cameron bickered over which government's fault it was that train fares have shot up. It was a debate that, in a sense, both men lost, by looking at it solely from their own viewpoint rather than the public's. No one pointed out that passengers are surely past caring who put fares up first; they just want them to come down again.
Mr Cameron's attacks on the Opposition were largely restrained, although on the question of executive pay he accused the last government of doing "sweet nothing". Probably he was muddling the romantic term "sweet nothings" and the rather less romantic term "sweet FA". If he has a habit of confusing the two, one dreads to think what he whispers into the fragrant Samantha's ear.
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