Not in this household you won't.
We will always remember you, Ms Widdecombe, as the Home Office minister who ordered a female prisoner to be chained to her bed whilst giving birth.
Another memory may be the defining example of a pot calling a kettle black, when you claimed that there was "something of the night" about Michael Howard. (It might also be characterised as a statement of the bleeding obvious.)
Widdecombe is not a national treasure. She is a national disgrace.
And she continues to be completely out of touch. In the same interview last week, she told us that "what really saddens me is that people don't care tuppence about what's going on at Westminster".
Don't we? Ask Dec Clegg. Ask the thousands of protesters in the streets last week whether we care tuppence. Ask that theatre-going couple in the limo.
We care a great deal about what is happening in Westminster. We care about the effect of the cuts on those who are already disadvantaged. We care about the ways in which millionaire Cabinet ministers and their friends are allowed to evade their responsibilities in the so-called bigger society.
What we don't care about, Ms Widdecombe, is you.
Today's listening: Mississippi John Hurt, 1964-07-05, Ash Grove, LA.