Who knew that under that stammering diffidence and the struggle to remove Bridget Jones's big pants was beating such a passionate and courageous heart? Grant took Question Time by storm last week in a way I don't think I've ever seen - even looking in the mirror.
He slaughtered the sacrificial lamb the Government had put up to defend their treacherous pusillanimity over the News of the World, and the guttersnipe Sun columnist Jon Gaunt he swatted away like the sewer-fly he is.
He pierced the hypocritical bubble being blown by short-trousered Krankie wee Douglas Alexander - to my astonishment now the shadow Foreign Secretary - by the simple act of reminding the audience that the schoolboy hyperventilating before us was at Rupert Murdoch's private party just a fortnight before.
Together with the noble Shirley Williams - and what a loss to Labour she is - Grant really was the very best of British.
