George Osborne has had a rotten summer. Just a few months ago, his future seemed clear: he was a strong candidate to become the next prime minister and – given the state of the Labour Party – remain in No 10 for six, perhaps even 10 years. Then came Brexit, the fall of Cameron and his expulsion from the Treasury and thus the loss of his Downing Street flat.

As a result, the former chancellor has spent this summer at his parents’ house, having let out his own home to tenants. There have been sightings of him in Notting Hill wearing skinny jeans, carrying wine in a plastic bag, climbing into a minicab then – worse – heading east. From Davos to Peckham, in one cruel electoral blow.