The answer, since you asked, to yesterday's teaser was: Tessa Jowell and Patricia Hewitt.
Jowell, the oh-so-nice, oh-so-innocent friend of just about everyone in Westminster, is demonstrably idiotic. Whoever let her loose with the Olympic budget should have been weighed down with shot-putt balls and thrown into the synchronized swimming pool to drown. When she told us that the Olympics would cost less than £3bn, it was clear that she was A) stupid, or B) dishonest, neither of which recommended themselves as reasons to put this woman in charge of such a big and expensive operation. Where are we now on the budget - £13bn? Do I hear £14bn?
Patsy Hewitt, that supercilious blue-stocking who oozes sanctimony and cant in a way as yet unequalled by her NuLabour colleagues, managed to spend something approaching £15bn on the world's worst-ever computer implementation project. For her next trick, she managed to bugger up the careers of thousands of newly-qualified doctors, many of whom had to leave this country to work overseas, after the considerable expense of training them, which costs around £250,000 per quack, I gather. Even if she was telling me that I'd landed the Euromillions lottery, I'd still want to strangle her, so ghastly is That Voice.
And then today, she pops up from nowhere, supporting a change in the assisted suicide law. Fantastic! I'll drive you to Clifton Bridge myself and watch you jump.