Verdict on Andy Burnham’s first PMQs in the Commons? Gluey. Glacial. He has the dropping consistency of plum-cake batter. Despite those eyelashes, our new premier comes across as an earnest bore.We will start with the good news. He avoided the common debutant’s mistake of jabbering. Instead he spoke too slowly. A despatch-box dawdler. Exchanges with Kemi Badenoch lasted 18 minutes, almost twice as long as they should have taken. The supposed half-hour session stretched to 44 minutes.Answers were leisurely and largely inconclusive. He had little to say and took an age to say it.This was his first Wednesday high noon: people had crowded into the chamber, the galleries over-spilling with visitors and peers. A nation was twangy with expectation; yet the House was soon as windless as the horse latitudes. In the days of sailing trade ships those were the subtropical parts of the ocean often so calm that mariners, motionless for weeks, would throw cargo bay horses overboard to save drinking water.Was it his muddy voice? His ambling, shuffling diffidence? His determination to be liked? A mixture of all those plus, I think, a terror of the snap and smack of command. Egalitarians such as Mr Burnham regard leadership as a distastefully hierarchical activity. They try to dilute that.His advisers must realise how dangerous the Commons could be to a premier who has yet to reach decisions on most of the big problems. Hence, perhaps, Operation Bore The Pants Off Em.