Nobody underestimates the supposed ‘likeability’ of the PM. Hell, I voted for him in London. But what his cheerleaders underestimate is how quickly his true colours become apparent. For me, it was when he refused to cut his holiday short as the city rioted.

I remember seeing the smoke rising in the south from Croydon and walking past shops at Tooting Broadway hammering up wooden boards like the zombie apocalypse was coming as soon as the sun went down.

Tellingly, he left Theresa May to sort it out and then came back home and spent a buttload of cash on some illegal water cannons for future peasant revolts.

Selfish. Disinterested. Stupid. Dishonest. Untrustworthy. Basically the worst of men. Everybody knows it.

The reason he keeps winning is because he has an army of fan boys who write columns telling everyone they don’t care about the scandal, the misuse of funds, the Russian connnections, the endless endless lies people feel it’s okay to continue supporting such a massive shit.