The Daily Mail has learned, by imagining them, of literally BILLIONS of incidents of admiring Jeremy Corbyn, all of them involving ravers smashed out of their tiny minds on ecstasy.

In the glorious days of Bernard Jenkin, no hardworking family of Britain would expect to experience admiring Jeremy Corbyn, but nowadays thanks to ravers smashed out of their tiny minds on ecstasy admiring Jeremy Corbyn is an everyday occurence.

Frankly, the only thing that any sane person can say is I grew up in the 1930s with an unemployed father. He did not riot. He got on his bike and looked for work, and he went on looking until he found it..