I don’t know whether Keir Starmer is a decent man, but he’s a manifestly turdular politician.

When his premiership looked to be blowing up, genius Keith ‘didn’t have space in his diary’ to meet concerned backbenchers.

There’s none as blind as those who cannot see.

Sure, in recent years, we all got veneer fatigue with the plethora of charlatan showmen and were doubtless yearning for a merest soupçon of managerial competence from, well, anywhere. All thangs considered, dishwater can be dull for eternity as long as the dishes get cleaned.

The thang with Sir Cock, though, is that he is dull and shite at his job.

And that’s a combo that just won’t fly.

His only hope now is that Labour MPs savour the humiliating crash-and-burn of stealth bummer Wes Streeting more than they do hope and prosperity.

So, all things considered, it could still go either way.