An elected upper house, with a more proportional representation than that in the commons, and without the existing automatic seats for bishops and people whose greatn-grandfather was a drinking buddy of the king, would be a vast improvement.
Even a unicameral legislature would probably be better than the one they currently have.
Perhaps an even better idea would be to have an elected upper house, but with a requirement that candidates must hold an advanced degree from a recognised university, in a subject other than politics or law.
Of course, such a thing could never happen. The idea of idiotic lords lording it over everyone is unproblematic to the British public; But demonstrably intelligent and educated people doing so would be unthinkable.
Enter Lord Mountararat and Lord Tolloller from Westminster Hall.
Celia. You seem annoyed.
Lord Mountararat. Annoyed! I should think so! Why, this ridiculous protégé of yours is playing the deuce with everything! To‑night is the second reading of his Bill to throw the Peerage open to Competitive Examination!
Lord Tolloller. And he’ll carry it, too!
Lord Mountararat. Carry it? Of course he will! He’s a Parliamentary Pickford – he carries everything!
Leila. Yes. If you please, that’s our fault!
Lord Mountararat. The deuce it is!
Celia. Yes; we influence the members, and compel them to vote just as he wishes them to.
Leila. It’s our system. It shortens the debates.
Lord Tolloller. Well, but think what it all means. I don’t so much mind for myself, but with a House of Peers with no grandfathers worth mentioning, the country must go to the dogs!
Leila. I suppose it must!
Lord Mountararat. I don’t want to say a word against brains – I’ve a great respect for brains – I often wish I had some myself – but with a House of Peers composed exclusively of people of intellect, what’s to become of the House of Commons?
Leila. I never thought of that!
Lord Mountararat. This comes of women interfering in politics. It so happens that if there is an institution in Great Britain which is not susceptible of any improvement at all, it is the House of Peers!
- Iolanthe, Gilbert & Sullivan, 1882