There’s never been a worse time in Britain to be a left-leaning person. Really, this is the absolute pits, vibes-wise, for people who eat muesli and read George Orwell. Anyone who wears comfortable shoes and believes in redistribution of wealth at source will have spent the past six weeks spiralling in a potent combination of depression, horror, confusion and anger. Things have been so bad, they will have found themselves doing things like “being relieved when Theresa May became prime minister” (not Andrea Leadsom, thank goodness), and “feeling oddly fond of David Cameron”. (At least he pushed through equal marriage and liked the Smiths. Given this, in our current, reconfigured political landscape, there are lifelong Labour voters who would probably buy David Cameron – the