United Airlines prove Corbyn’s point about bad business

The French have their uses, don’t they? They offer us their food, their wine and their bankers, and they also offer some reassurance. No matter how demented our politics may seem, things are never quite as dramatic, as emotional, as they are over the Channel. The best Britain offers Nigel Farage is an embarrassed slap on the back in the hope he’ll move down the bar to tell his war stories to someone else; the French are considering making Marine Le Pen head of state.

As if that wasn’t mad enough, they’re now taking Jean Luc Melenchon, the Gallic Chavez, seriously, or at least seriously enough to ruffle the markets. More proof of a very French romantic attachment to state socialism? Perhaps. Or perhaps there’s something else going on here. Something newer, and relevant to Britain and its awful opposition leader.

Within Jeremy Corbyn’s broad sweep of awfulness it’s important – but sometimes difficult – to identify individual strands of awfulness.