Jeremy Corbyn offers up another dismal showing at PMQs

Mrs May has spent the week meeting naughty presidents. Today she was made to pay for it. Parliamentarians were queuing up to scold her for missing a great opportunity to bleat, pout, whine and nag on the world stage. She’s been to America where she failed to lecture Donald Trump on his meanness to Muslims and his impatience with climate change dogma. She was also supposed to bring up his waterboarding habit and his rapacity with women. Then she went to Turkey where her haranguing of President Erdogan was insufficiently shrill.

Labour MPs seem to want the PM to traverse the globe like an irascible fitness instructor, bull-horn in hand, barging into presidential suites and ordering programmes of moral correction. This kind of poison ivy diplomacy wouldn’t work. Not that Jeremy Corbyn will ever find that out because he has as much chance of representing Britain internationally as Shergar has of winning the Ashes. His question about Trump was short – and a little pathetic. ‘What happened?’ he said.