This week’s report by the Institute for Jewish Policy Research into the link between anti-Zionism and anti-Semitism – concluding that those who focus their activism on attacking Israel are more likely than not to be anti-Semitic – was probably the least surprising piece of information I’ve processed since observing that I quite like the taste of wedding cake. This has been the decade in which The Hate That Dare Not Speak Its Name – Left-wing anti-Semitism – has had a right old rant as each week brings us a Corbynite councillor who’s somehow managed to equate being anti-racist with believing that The Jews Asked For It. I call it "Fresh’N’Funky Anti-Semitism", as it has none of the stuffy snideness of the Ring-wing golf-club kind.

When most people are informed that being prejudiced is bad, they accept it; the working-class, though they’re told they’re ignorant Brexit chavs, seem to be by far the best at adapting, happily producing beautiful mixed-race children. For the Great And The Good, interestingly, this isn’t so easy. They don’t seem to intermarry much. And they seem to have a real problem with not having Someone To Hate. Remainers wish old Brexiteers dead. Trans activists recommend punching radical feminist TERFS. It was remarkable that, when comedians stopped telling racist jokes, they amped up the sexist ones – Jimmy Carr and Frankie Boyle come hideously to mind. It’s the “taste-thrill” of hate, and liberals, who’ve been raised to believe that hate is the ultimate taboo, get far more of a parasexual kick from it these days than the Right do.