Corbyn's team are trying - and failing - to turn him into a famous wit
Poor grey sad Mr Corbyn. So angry. So useless. And so weird as a visual spectacle. His sharp-featured head looks, from a certain viewpoint, like an anvil pebble-dashed with porridge oats. But guess what? Today he scored a victory against Mrs May. And guess what? He blew it. First he revealed his team’s latest attempt to turn him into a famous wit. He claimed that Mrs May had yesterday marginalised parliament while claiming to restore its primacy. Then the pay-off. ‘Not so much the Iron Lady as the Irony Lady.’ Why is that a lousy gag? Bad mouth-feel. No punchy consonants. But it looks deceptively good on the page so Mr Corbyn’s comedy