It is a little known fact (*not a fact) that all their meetings the Brexiteers toast Jeremy Corbyn as their secret hero on the basis that they could not have got this close to leaving the EU without the assistance of the Labour leader. He has blocked Labour’s disorganised Remainers every step of the way.
Last month, deep underground at 55 and a half Tufton Street, the central London location where the Brexit conspiracy is based, with a small front operation at 55 Tufton Street to throw the Observer newspaper off the scent, I saw as many as 800 Tory Brexiteers dressed in uniform (that evening the dress code was Admiral Nelson; Queen Elizabeth II in Household Cavalry Red, horse optional; or Field Marshall Alanbrooke) raise their glasses of champagne and shout “to Jeremy.”
