IT was Maureen wot dunnit! I am tempted to think this after the Daily Mail’s front-page anti-Corbyn diatribe on election day by the Corrie star ‘national treasure’.

And yet, Boris’s bonanza is a tad too much to credit entirely to the lovely Ms Lipman who, of course, can be numbered among those privileged to call me a pal.

So many of us were wised up to the horror of Corbyn rule that constituencies ran in terror, even without Maureen’s powerful punch at his party’s anti-semitism.

Maureen I danced with – badly – in a night club beside the engineless Sunborn cruise ship-cum-luxury hotel in Gibraltar, on which we were both staying during a literary festival there.

Corbyn, I don’t know, but I have a “friend” who does – the inverted commas supplied by an Oxford Times reader who ventured into print on our letters page last week to reprimand me for describing her as such.

The electorate has rather proved me right in the matter of whether the foul Corbyn is a suitable leader of our country.

(I don’t, incidentally, happen to believe that Mr Johnson is a very much better one.)

In the matter of who succeeds ‘Magic Grandpa’, I rely for information on another front page.

The Sunday Times’s Gabriel Pogrunt writes, with Caroline Wheeler, to tell us – “it can be revealed” – that Jeremy remains in charge till April.

They add: “Corbyn’s third wife Laura Alvarez is said to want him to quit sooner.”

“Third wife!” I said. “Why call her that? Why not just ‘his wife’?”

“You’re missing the point,” said my “friend” – yes, the inverted commas one.

“The press has always tried to smear Jeremy over marital matters.”

In which area, of course, Boris Johnson is as pure as the driven snow.