PMQ's Sketch: Cameron's worst week but neither a crisis nor a drama

David Cameron may never have heard of the angry young men of the 1950s, but what's he ever had to be angry about?

Whether last week really was “Cameron’s worst week” is a matter on which it remains too early for historians to reach consensus. Probably, it was worse than the week in 2011 when his mum gave him £200,000, the sort of ‘entirely natural’ thing all parents do, he told us on Monday, when, for example, ‘they want to help their children buy their first car.’

Yes, two hundred grand might seem like a lot for a first car, even for a 44 year old, but if you’ve let little Dave get used to riding about in a bulletproof V8 Jaguar XJ with its own on board oxygen supply in case of chemical or biological attack, it's your own fault, and you’re just going to have to put your hand in your pocket.

Possibly too, it was worse than the week, in January 2010, that he quietly sold all his shares in daddy’s offshore firm then told all his party’s MPs they’d have to reveal all their tax information.

But when, in a few weeks time, Dave has accidentally walked us all out the exit door of the world’s most successful single market, broken up the United Kingdom and Boris’s bike helmet is tied to the Number 10 railings, this Panama business won’t seem like much of a crisis at all.

If it is a crisis, it’s a relief no one’s trying to turn it into a drama. Jeremy Corbyn began Prime Minister’s Questions by paying tribute to the working class playwright Arthur Wesker, who died on Wednesday morning. Wesker was, he said: “One of those wonderful angry young men of the 1950s, who like so many young people, changed the face of our country.”

Cameron generously joined him in, “Mourning the loss of the famous playwright, with all the work that he did.” It is, you might think, customary to mention the dead person’s name in such circumstances, that is if you've ever heard of him. Still, you can forgive the Prime Minister for not knowing much about the angry young men of the 1950s. For one, he wasn’t born then. His father was, but he well on the way to becoming a Senior Partner at the stockbrokers Panmure Gordon, as his father had done before him, and his father before him, and his father before him, and that is the sort of life that tends not to yield too much to get angry about.

Cheryl Gillan brought up the fact it was National Autism Week. Mr Cameron proudly responded with the news he had taken his children to see the play “The Strange Incident of the Dog in The Night”, a mistake already generously corrected by Hansard.

Mr Corbyn, it cannot be denied, did better than usual, not least as he had a week off from reading out emails from members of the public. Commendable though it is, as interrogation techniques go it cannot be described as advanced.

He lauded apparent victories of politicians from Jersey and the Cayman Islands over our own Prime Minister, who are succeeding in suppressing financial information David Cameron is claiming to have liberated. A wise tactic this, tapping into the great well of public outrage that countries like Panama and Bermuda and the Bahamas have the audacity to try and get rich providing financial services.

It was also wise to overlook the fact that doing the world’s finances currently provides 18 per cent of the UK’s gross domestic product, a reality that recently caused Germany’s version of the Daily Show to call Britain "the land where you don’t manufacture anything except for hedge funds and beer you have to drink with a fork and knife.”

Yes, Cameron may have worst weeks to come. Jeremy possibly had his best. It wasn’t great, but it was the best he could do in the circumstances, and the circumstances have never been better.