Jeremy Corbyn gives Theresa May another easy ride at PMQs

There is something horrible and unnatural about seeing Theresa May in trouble. Her aloof and grandmotherly face becomes a canvas on which all kinds of dreadful emotions are drawn. It’s almost too much to watch, really, it’s like seeing Miss Marple on a shoplifting charge. She arrived early at PMQs with a gravestone pallor. It was the same grimace she wore on election night when she realised she’d blown her majority. Lips tightly pursed. Small eyes held in a rigid squint. Fear and remorse etched in every powdered wrinkle. She sipped at her water and fussed with a Kleenex. Then she hunched in her seat, neither resting against the leather back nor leaning fully forward. The posture of the murderer awaiting sentence.

The first question came from Brexiteer, Andrea Jenkyns.

‘At what point did “Brexit means Brexit” become “Brexit means Remain”?’

May stood up, amid the catcalls, and her broken spirit seemed to heal itself instantly.

‘At no point,’ she said.