first head to head with Bullingdon, on Friday he was the very embodiment of Trotsky. His face handsome yet agéd and careworn with the never ending struggle he has nobly born on his broad working class shoulders.

The tory bully boys (one of them with a huge bandage on his nose) had been placed in the audience to try to browbeat him but he cast there vile brickbats aside like a wise old professor admonishing freshers. Indeed, it would have been easy to imagine him grimly surveying a royal palace on the horizon before ordering his Mensheviks in to dispense brutal justice to the parasites cowering within.

He never once smiled of course, for a Conducator cannot smile while his people, his revolutionaries, his comrades yet endure the privations and injustices of Tory misrule.

Boris, by comparison,looked like a fat scruffy çunt.