Jeremy Was My Dad

Corbyn was my dad. He had split from my mum and the two of them ran rival pubs in a dank back street. His was called Hamlyns, I believe. I had argued with my mum and gone back to stay in the room above Corbyn's pub which I'd been in before- it was very dank and squalid. However when I got back there were thousands of young people in colourful clothes there and they were holding a violent elaborate orgy. Corbyn was in the midst of them, with his raggy dressing gown flapping open, exposing a liver spotted chest. He seemed very lost and frail.