QUENTIN LETTS: Peril has galvanised Sir Keir. His adrenal glands were pumping him full of chemical confidence. He was fighty, jabbering, clawing, scribbling on his notes, fizzing with scorn

Did he stand by his unlikely alibi regarding the Robbins rub-out? 'Yes I do!' cried Sir Keir Starmer, all neck-tweaky and macho.