More than anything the chamber evokes memories of a school - an eccentric
superannuated school whose ageing members have never quite been able to leave.
As they stroll in through the swing-doors from the lobby, bowing gracely to the
Speaker, standing chatting to the sergeant-at-arms, then lolling on the benches
with their legs intertwined, they seem to have kept intact the mannerisms of
school prefects who have been given their own studies.