People say he’s not doing too badly, and he’s not doing too badly for an old man in a pub, for a clapped-out author wearying a school assembly, for a hero of the previous revolution but one (second class).

He’s obviously pleased with his “death stare”. When Tories barrack him (and they really haven’t started) he stops and stares at them in a way that chickens stop and stare at things. Eventually circumstances change and the chicken goes back to its pecking. The whips have told Tories not to be too nasty to Corbyn so they quieten down. He mistakes correlation for causation.

The poor old piece of poultry, he’s not just second-rate but secondhand, reusing the failed tropes of failed leaders for the past 15 years. “This is Prime Minister’s QUESTIONS”, and I’ve asked the same question five times, and (quoting one sort of Tory) “Why did he say that?”, and (quoting another sort) “Where was she wrong?”

Some of these go back to William Hague’s leadership. Others date from Labour’s most deluded loser so far, Ed Miliband. Not only is Labour out of touch, it’s out of ideas.

The left is in retreat all over the world, jobs are being digitised, Corbyn himself is impersonating a robot amalgamation of unsuccessful leaders, and all he can do is present the complaints of those who are living at other people’s expense.

“Can he guarantee no one will be worse off next year?” was his burden. Cameron didn’t answer it but it didn’t deserve an answer.

This really isn’t the way to prepare a party for government. Why don’t they go off and join Make Poverty History?

Cameron managed to get in one he’d prepared earlier. He said the Lords vote on tax credits looked like a new alliance in parliament of “the unelected and the unelectable.”

Tom Watson really will need more centralised control over that smirk of his. It’ll be his turn soon and he’ll see it isn’t as easy as it looks.