In which our intrepid hero worries that although he may not bask in reflected glory, he may be tainted by his past proximity to mediocrity.

Ari Sharp gives this rundown of the greatest losers to warm the front bench under John Howard (at least, according to Mr Sharp’s opinion, anyway). Whilst I’ll refrain from comment, I note grimly that I did volunteer work for one, and applied for a job with another.

I just can’t pick ’em, can I?