Being brown does not let you off being a tax avoider, Sir Lewis Hamilton. And there never really was a brick through the window of Dame Angela Eagle, but of course you Straussians are obliged to lie to the rest of us for our own good.
Bringing us to Oliver Kamm, whose forthcoming foray into amateur psychiatry, which runs the very real risk of losing people their lives, is endorsed by seven pillars of that same metropolitan liberal elite. Only three are psychiatrists.
As for the rest, one believes that being the Governor of the Bank of England makes him an authority on mental health. Another holds the same view of his own status as a columnist on The Observer. A third is Beth Rigby, who might politely be described as embarrassing.
And the fourth is Alastair Campbell, who was presumably asked only because Charles Manson was dead. Although Manson would have refused the reputational damage of association with either Campbell or Kamm. Whereas Campbell has no reputation to damage, not even by association with Kamm.
Expect rave reviews of this book from people who will have felt no need to have read it, because they will have slept or snorted with its author. Welcome to the world of Carrie Symonds, and Keir Starmer, and Ed Davey, and all the rest of them. Their overthrow cannot possibly happen too soon.