Oh dear – the chickens are coming home to roost for Slur Keir. He had previously latched onto the antisemitism gig in order to defenestrate Jezza, and now finds he’s mounted the wrong horse.

If only the king of cardboard could argue that criticism of Israel is not antisemitism….

Bummer.

That’s what happens to people with no views who pick a cause and then get burned by their own inevitable inconsistency.

Parliament is rammed with journeymen who stand for nothing except their own elections, and Keith is no exception. Even Rachel Reeves couldn’t write a book without lifting swathes of text from Wikipedia.

The ‘dream team’ isn’t looking too hot now, is it? Not an original thought, not a new idea.

In a few short weeks, Keir has gone from a triumphal PM-in-waiting to a pasty, queasy, poseur at the fairground, who is gagging for the skanky itinerants to stop the ride.

Were it not under such tragic circumstances, it would be beautiful.