A comment yesterday called me a "grandee of Corbynism", the most arresting description of me since one of the University of Durham's most senior figures introduced me as "a glittering ornament" of that institution.
And I do look forward to being addressed by Jeremy Corbyn, a Spanish-speaker, as "mi Primo" (my cousin), as all grandees are entitled to be by the monarch.
But there are real grandees of Corbynism, within and beyond the Labour Party.
They can be raised to the ermine, while it is there.
Or those on the pale pink benches will continue to pass the likes of the Snoopers' Charter.