Vision: The Addiction:

Teeth. Yellow. And rotten.

Ill-fitting suits with purple shirts and ugly, ugly ties. Power red and soothing blue are clearly not the only options.

Whiter than a "Lott for Senate" rally.

An old man in a long black robe shouting "ORDER! ORDER!" when the blokes get unruly.

It ain't your run-of-the-mill C-SPAN.

It's Prime Minister's Question Time, and it's perhaps the most hilarious civic programming on television (unless you count the unrealistic, melodramatic bollocks that is The West Wing.)

Given George W. Bush's low-grade dyslexia, Joe Lieberman's sanctimania and Al Gore's nappy-time monotone, Prime Minister Tony Blair is the closest thing we have to Bill Clinton in his masterful weaseling of every substantial question thrust at him from the opposition.

And thankfully, because Blair, a.k.a. Bush's Wartime Bitch, is so gung-ho on invading Iraq, the entire House of Commons is fixated on American foreign policy. It's like Congress with fun cockney accents. Next episode: Forget joining the Euro - maybe the Brits can save their time and piggyback onto the dollar.