For those of you who were desperate to see the back of the worst Government in living memory, it must have felt like being given the all-clear from your cancer specialist, only to be told you’ve got AIDS.

There was no better microcosm of this short-lived joy than in Bristol Central, where self-appointed queen of the gentrified caucus, Thangam Debbonaire,  was joyously drop-kicked by real Bristolians. No sooner had the masses whooped themselves into delirium at the departure of the hapless Thang, the proverbial penny dropped that the new MP would be Green co-leader (what else?) she/he/it/them/zie/zang/wang Carla Denyer.

That’s gotta hurt.

Without delving too deeply into the detail, we can sum up the present position that we are today a nation that has Angela Rayner as the Deputy PM.

That, chaps, is how far we’ve fallen.

Parliamentary business will likely no longer be recorded in Hansard, but Razzle.

This election was like having to choose between death and a good boning.

And being sentenced to death by boning.