There are many things for which I am thankful. Not being Nick Clegg is one of them. If I were in his shoes, I would be examining the behaviour of supposed Coalition partners with a view to contacting an abuse helpline. The pattern of extreme aggression, belittling and then promises to kiss and make up is so repetitive that it might have been composed by Michael Nyman.
As the final justification for the Coalition disappears into the fundament of well-funded, scabrous right-wing misinformation, Clegg will have to be able to demonstrate to his dwindling band of acolytes that something, anything is being salvaged from the wreckage.
Perhaps a shopping list including a PR-elected second chamber, a Bill of Rights, cancelling Trident to scale down the deficit and a timetable for withdrawal from the illegal wars in Afghanistan and Iraq would be a starting point, along with no new policy initiatives beyond the Coalition agreement without ratification by the Liberal Democrat conference, and the withdrawal of proposals to redraw consistuency boundaries would be a start.
But I suspect his cojones are atrophied and he has still to wake up to the Tory serpent's inability to reform.