Chaos reigns in the parallel universe of UK Politics.

Hard-right loon Natalie Hellfucke has defected to Labour. Not only that, but Sir Drear has been parading her centre-stage.

Not sure what the fuss is all about, though?

It’s hardly a surprise that Starmer, a man who has no evident political compass, is a ruthless and boundlessly ambitious operator, fuelled only by self-interest. In a sane and balanced world, the public would already be up in arms at his portrayal as a principled man of integrity.

It’s also no shock that he hasn’t realised what a political trainwreck this is. After all, he doesn’t really ‘do politics’.

He’s probably surmised on a cold and calculating lawyerly level that wooing the fruitcake wing of the electorate is key to cementing a win-big extravaganza, but that’s reaching, man.

Even if there are pockets of  psychos out there who are in tune with Twatalie’s tosspot repertoire, that won’t squeeze out their antipathy for Labour. After all, even a handful of left-leaning policies won’t win over socialists to back the current cabal.

But take a moment to step back and ruminate on the following.

This is now a party that will grandstand Natalie Elphicke but has no room for Jeremy Corbyn.

And there’s more.

Against the backdrop of the most staggeringly piss-poor Government in living memory, Starmer isn’t ruling out a coalition agreement with the Liberal Democrats.

It’s a confidence trick.

He’s actually as confident in Labour as we should be.