A politician once told me the most tedious part of his job was pretending to like Coronation Street, when the only TV he really enjoyed was watching colleagues torn apart on Newsnight.

The mockney-isation of MPs’ lives is just as demeaning for the cynical public.

Do the spin-weasels really think we believe politicos who live in London mansions spend their whole time refuelling on bacon butties (remember Ed Miliband failing to masticate like a man of the people?) in greasy spoons when we all know their natural habitat is the River Café?

Do we feel they’re sharing our pain when they’re seen flying easyJet, even though they can afford BA club class?