While we’re here, the three right-wing Labour councillors above were huge Angela Eagle fans through thick, thin and #Brickgate. Then they seamlessly morphed into huge “Corbyn fans” when Jezzer was leader and fighting elections. Now, they’ve weirdly fallen into lockstep behind pisspoor Toryboy Starmer.

Why? Because this “any way the wind blows” brand of ‘loyalty’ keeps them all, including the married couple in the background a cut above and filthy rich compared to hard-pressed locals.

Devious, scheming Adrian and Christine Jones, when chairing Council committees, are well known locally for extracting a cool £60,000 per annum and then shamelessly carrying their plunder across the domestic threshold, making their honest, struggling Seacombe neighbours feel like paupers.

As for young fella-me-lad Toryboy Paul Stuart, he’s grinning from ear to ear, delighted that there was never any accountability for inventing fake “bullying, intimidation and homophobia” charges and for colluding with 16 fellow bogus “whistleblowers”, then levelling false allegations at his more honest, left wing party colleagues via public trial by media when they tried and failed to unseat the squatting Dame fair and square.

Honest politicians (ha) would have went straight to the police with their allegations, but no, not these. Turning up at Manor Road mob-handed, nursing a tick list of dreamt-up blx would have attracted counter charges of “wasting police time” and exposed their sordid lies for the world to see.

They disgust me.