Catastrophe Corbyn

HOW the mask has slipped. Yesterday the country got a sight of the real Jeremy Corbyn, when he dropped his avuncular style and snarled at reporters asking him straightforward questions about the Virgin Trains row.

The truth is out. Mr Corbyn didn’t take a seat on the train because he couldn’t find a pair of seats for him and his wife. Keen to appear a man of the people, he declined offers of a first class upgrade.

Instead he played the martyr, sitting on the floor between carriages and filming a video for a hand-picked propagandist in which he falsely complained the train was ‘ram-packed’ and called for the railways to be renationalised.

There are a great many problems with Britain’s expensive and overcrowded rail network – not least the scandalous strikes caused by Mr Corbyn’s friends in the transport unions – none of which would be solved by his simplistic solution.

It is the sad truth that an inept hard-Left throwback is presiding over the slow death of a once-great political party. Jawdroppingly, he’s about to be reconfirmed as Labour leader.