It was about 2007 and Tatler was compiling one of its many articles about rising “Tilfs” (the “T” stood for Tories). Someone suggested a man named Jacob Rees-Mogg. What, shrieked everyone, the idiotic top hat who couldn’t stop mentioning he went to Eton? It wasn’t that he wasn’t cool — he just wasn’t posh. We couldn’t possibly write about someone who came from a long line of vicars.

It is a strange crinkle in the political landscape that the present electorate is less perceptive than the attendees of an ideas meeting at the world’s dippiest magazine (most incisive contributor: a dachshund. Most incisive idea: are smooth chests or hairy chests smarter?).

But if you turn on LBC radio this morning, you will hear a stream