Lord Shamash (Lab)

My Lords, may I invite my noble friend the Minister and everyone else in the House to join me in 2037—I repeat: 2037—at the opening of HS2 to save 30 minutes getting to Birmingham? At the moment, that

My Lords, I ought to declare an interest, in that I do not like electric bikes or electric scooters, so at least noble Lords know where I am coming from. Being stationary at a red traffic light and be

My Lords, I ask a question by way of clarification. Will I have to pay this levy when I go up to watch my beloved Manchester United every week?

I apologise. Yes, the word is “suffocated”—he was suffocating as his lungs began to fade.

Thank you. I apologise to the Front Bench about that. The problem was, in the later part of his life, his lungs began to give way. I remember him saying to me, in the last two or three months of his l

My Lords, can I address the Committee on a personal note? My late brother-in-law suffered from muscular dystrophy, a horrendous progressive disease that many noble Lords may have come across. In the l