IT is easy to make fun of the far left.

As you approach the Your Party conference at the ACC in Liverpool, you are accosted by men clutching shopping bags stuffed with newspapers and leaflets, wearing jackets weighed down by a mass of enamel pins.

Inside, you hear a not insubstantial number of people enthusiastically cheering for the results of a vote on quoracy.

A man complains of “stage-managed debates” and the chair calls for his mic to be cut off. A speaker responds to boos from members by saying that her dad had served time in prison and that her comrades “don’t scare me”. An MP admits to having killed a dog to save a baby’s life.

Meanwhile, the activities of Your Party’s leaders – not, of course, that they officially have leaders – have made it vastly easier for the enemies and e

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