Let’s be honest, the Commons is dull most nights. Tax codes, pensions, boring bills. Yet last spring, MPs went rogue — because they debated neon signs. Ms Qureshi herself brought fire to the benches defending glass-and-gas craft. She tore into LED wannabes. Her line? If it’s not bent glass filled with neon gas, it ain’t neon. Clear argument. Neon is culture, not some strip light fad. Stockton North’s Chris McDonald who bragged about neon art in Teesside.

Even the Tories nodded. Then came the killer numbers: barely two dozen artisans still working. No new blood. Without protection, the craft dies. Qureshi pushed a Neon Protection Act. Defend the glow. Then Jim Shannon got involved. He talked money. Neon market could hit $3.3 billion by 2031. His point: neon is a future industry. Closing the circus was Chris Bryant. He made glowing jokes. Deputy Speaker heckled him. But behind the jokes, the government was paying attention.

He nodded to cultural landmarks: God’s Own Junkyard. He fought the eco smear. Where’s the beef? Simple: consumers are being conned. Trust disappears. Think Cornish pasties. If names mean something, signs deserve honesty too. This wasn’t just politics. Do we want every high street glowing with plastic sameness? Smithers says no: neon lights store real neon rules. The Commons got its glow-up. Still just debate, but the glow is alive.

If they’ll argue for shop neon lights glow in Westminster, you can back it at home. Skip the plastic. Bring the glow.