The cultural appropriation of the keffiyeh

I’ve never been sorry that I left education at 17, armed with nothing but my raw talent and splendid rack. The conformity and unworldliness which you need to have if you want to basically stay at school till you’re 21 are things I despise students for – and haven’t these character traits had a lovely outing during the current ugly outbreak of campus Jew-hatred?

Jews have never been popular at universities; the phrase ‘too clever for their own good’ might have been invented for them, with a world population of 0.2 per cent taking a whopping 22 per cent of Nobel prizes. The mediocre spawn of the ruling class once had their flimsy self-respect protected by the university admissions quota system, but there’s no longer this handy way to rule the roost. Is it a coincidence that the thickest and most privileged members of the British student body have fallen into the arms of those who have declared war on the world’s only Jewish nation? (The arms of those who would, coincidentally, kill them for their feminism, their atheism and their LGBTQism given half a chance; but, like I said, they’re not too bright.)

In Brighton, we’re cursed with a lot of these irritating students: toffs who think they’re revolutionaries but are even more entitled than their parents.