Jeremy Corbyn - the man who always believed.

Jeremy Corbyn- the man who always believed.

This is the time of the year when all good, decent politicians from both sides of the House of Commons normally turn their thoughts to a well earned holiday. Several years ago it was reported that Labour minister Margaret Beckett loved to take caravanning holidays in Britain away from the hustle and bustle of the Westminster fun factory. Some of her colleagues from both sides of the house were torn between Torquay and Tuscany. Now they will flip a coin and then laugh privately

When the pressure became too much for former Prime Minister Theresa May, there was only one solution. Mrs May and her husband Philip would slip on their hiking boots and take to the hills. With her back firmly against the wall, she and hubby would head straight to Wales where a welcome would always be made. Then again it must have seemed a good idea at the time because events on the domestic front were beginning to drive her mad. So she and Philip would pack their rucksack, head for the open road and the twisting country lanes. It was all very safe and comfortable for her since no-one would ever think of disturbing her peace so far away from Westminster Towers.

But one man and one man alone refuses to keep quiet. He is the leader of the Labour party and his name is Jeremy Corbyn. Now there was a time when some politicians may have accepted the status quo graciously and just got on with the business of opposing the government in charge of the country - but oh no, not our Jeremy. Maybe the penny has yet to drop for Mr Corbyn or, quite possibly, he may think that the job of Prime Minister is still available and somebody forgot to tell him otherwise.

And yet here we are today and Corbyn is still shouting it from the rooftops, airing his grievances, just making a nuisance and still behaving like some spoilt child who can't get his own way. Hasn't anybody told him that the vacancy of Prime Minister has already been filled by Boris Johnson and he may as well get used to the idea? But with almost absurd persistence Corbyn keeps complaining and then suggesting that he should be made temporary Prime Minister because he knows best. If you didn't know he was being serious you could swear the man had lost his mind.

These are bizarre and barely credible times and with Britain still in a state of severe flux on matters relating to the EU you could be forgiven we were all watching some very bleak Chekhov play.  Surely though this is not the time for the Leader of the Opposition to come out with quite the daftest statement ever made by any member of any Shadow Cabinet. In the world of Jeremy Corbyn though nothing is quite what it seems. Rather than packing his holiday suitcase and remembering his bucket and spade, Corbyn peddles the piffle, nonsense and balderdash that his Tory opponent Jacob Rees Mogg has now got down to a fine art.

Sadly though, for all his brave backtracking and defensive mechanisms, Corbyn remains a voice in the dark, bellowing at the top of his voice and pontificating mindlessly in case there is someone or anyone who may care to listen to him. He reminds you of one of those very vocal orators at Speakers Corner at London's Hyde Park who just attract nothing but ridicule.

Yesterday and not for the first time Corbyn pleaded with Prime Minister Boris Johnson for a General Election because the country was being criminally mismanaged, wretchedly misled and then torn apart by deeply damaging and divisive rows. But hold on Mr Corbyn, dear Boris has only been PM for five minutes and the most unelectable politician of all time may have to wave the white flag of surrender.

It could be that one day in the not too distant future, Corbyn will wake up in his hotel bedroom, fling open the curtains and realise that those in high office have just written him off as some rather deluded talking head, a liability not only to his own party but to the rest of the country as a whole. There is a nagging doubt though that a very silent minority out there may well come to the conclusion that Corbyn is indeed a force for good, a paragon of virtue and the best thing since sliced bread.

Sometimes though you've just got to bite your lip, smile resignedly and forget about the past. In the mind's eye we can now see Corbyn pulling up his holiday deckchair, wandering off to the local amusement arcade and wondering if he can still win a game of bingo. He will tie his handkerchief on his head, plunge his feet into the soft sand and then dip his toes in a placid sea. And this is the point when Mr Corbyn will begins to realise that the tide of opinion is well and truly against him.

Meanwhile the raging waters of turbulence will continue to crash against the walls of Jeremy Corbyn's embattled political landscape. All the while those within the Shadow Cabinet will continue to persuade their leader that his time is up. Corbyn is treading on hot coals and wherever he goes the paths will always be blocked by those daunting brick walls of dissent and increasingly fiery opposition.

So it is ladies and gentleman that the corridors and noisy lobbies of Westminster will remain empty and hollow, a wonderful wilderness where nothing will happen and voices will be temporarily silenced. Some of us are convinced that this is the way it should always be but never is. Still, we must treasure these precious moments in our lives since they'll all be back from their respective holiday destinations and ironically the farthermost points of Europe. If only the Leader of the Opposition would simply take a long sabbatical and try to take the hint. The exit door for Corbyn is that way and there can surely be no other plausible option for the grey bearded one to go. Oh thanks but no thanks Mr Corbyn.