One might have made the argument, or at least hope it would be the case, that in electing an older man as leader, Labour were in with a chance of rebalancing that in-built Tory bias in the upper atmosphere of the population curve.

Here is someone who understands the challenges of the senior years, who values his bus pass, a man who knows what it’s like to have youngsters tutting because you’re taking too much time going through the till at Sainsbury’s, or conducting a reshuffle.

The man has an allotment, for God’s sake! What’s wrong with you people?

Perhaps any rays of hope for the party lie at the opposite end of the age spread? After all, an awful lot of his followers seem to be young people, all piercings and tattoos and anger. And beards. And, in contrast to their grandparents, they just love Jeremy.

The Labour Party itself they can take or leave, frankly. But Jeremy? He is their idol and they are his followers, they are his media, they are his defenders to the end.