AS I write this, the front page of the Sun — that festering toilet accessory, that utter waste of trees certainly not worthy of the designation “newspaper” — has a “story” purporting to be a “scandal” about Jeremy Corbyn and a “commie spy.”

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It’s like an ageing pub bully who is still just about capable of striking fear into his contemporaries while those younger and nimbler, who occupy a different world, simply ignore him.