Within seconds of Jeremy Corbyn appearing on TV at the Remembrance Sunday proceedings in London, the Internet’s assortment of gammonry amassed to blast him for having a ‘scruffy jacket’ and a poppy that was too small.

As far as the usual crowd was concerned, he might as well have brought Gerry Adams, Cyril Sneer and Skeletor along for another out-of-context bit of ‘platform sharing.’

I bet he sung God Save The Queen in A flat minor as well. The fucking monster.

Was this really the most important thing to worry about on the 101st anniversary of The Armistice?

Would it have been better for Corbyn to wear a normal-sized poppy, or would you have preferred him to go for something with similar dimensions to a 1989 Dixons-sourced Sky dish?

That would have probably been wrong as well. ‘His trying to hard the trattor’ would have been spotted all over the ‘Are Britan’ Facebook groups.

He’s never been a conventional politician, all dolled up to the nines like a trussed-up turkey. Then again, look how well the trussed-up turkeys have worked out for us so far.

It’s just another chance to bash ‘the beardy-weirdy one,’ and on a day when we remember those who died fighting people who told others what to do and what to think, AND WHAT TO WEAR, it’s just a tad stupid.

Well it’s actually a whole metric fuckton of stupid, but irony has always been lost on the aneurysm brigade.