If nothing else, we can agree that there aren't many middle class British writers who will ever get bored with cranking out columns attacking other middle class people for being middle class.
Even so, I note that despite the endless wails and complaints about Jeremy Corbyn and his supporters, he is still at least as secure in his current position as leader of the Labour Party as he was last September. Possibly more so.
Now as I always say, I'm not a member and people who are can accept my advice or tell me where to stick it, as they see fit.
From where I'm sitting however, it looks very much like the Labour right are going to have to come to some kind of accommodation with Corbyn, no matter how much it sticks in their craw to do so. Or, they can put up a challenger and duke it out.
Simply put, there is no other way.
Why do I think so? Well, a quick recap:
In the leadership campaign last year, the members indicated that they were going to reject the candidates offered by Labour's centre-right. Maybe this was a wise choice and maybe it wasn't but ultimately it doesn't matter, because that's what happened.
The centre-right of the party were outraged about this, and so they ran to the press wailing and screeching and beating their breasts...
...And they got absolutely walloped in the leadership election, because the members wanted politics that were more like the ones that Corbyn was offering, and less like the austerity-lite ones of the centre-right. Nor did they much appreciate the wailing and the screeching, and so on.
Corbyn's leadership victory outraged the party's MPs all over again. Almost as one, they ran to the press, wailing and screeching and beating their breasts. They denounced Corbyn and decried the members as a bunch of entryists and loonies.
Now, maybe the wailing and screeching was a good idea, and maybe it wasn't. It probably wasn't a good idea for politicians to attack people whose votes they might later need to win. Either way, it doesn't matter whether it was a good idea, because it didn't work.
And unsurprisingly, the wailing and screeching only annoyed the members who had voted for Corbyn, and their support further solidified Corbyn's grip on the leadership.
Finally, after the Referendum disaster, the MPs decided that they'd had enough. And so they ran to the press, wailing and screeching and beating their breasts.
Again, maybe this was the appropriate response, or maybe not. I think it was a daft idea but to be absolutely clear, it doesn't matter, because it didn't work.
Worse, the renewed wails and screeches caused another huge influx of new party members, most of whom will now probably support Corbyn, rather than the party's centre-right.
Which leaves us where we are today, with the MPs and the hacks still wailing and screeching and beating their breasts and insulting the party members.
And yet, it looks like Corbyn's position is more secure than ever.
At this point, I have to ask the right of the party - How's that Corbyn Out strategy working out for you, folks?
What's your plan now, and how much wailing and screeching does it involve?
Because the wisest thing the Labour right could do now is this - forget all the complaints about Corbyn's unelectability and his faffing, bumbling public persona. They're irrelevant.
Put all the outraged cries about his supposedly unacceptable comments to one side, and dismiss the endless garment-rending and teeth-gnashing over his terrible, outrageous personal politics.
All of these are mere details. I realise that they're vitally important to some but in the long run, they just don't matter.
There's one cast-iron truth that everyone has to face up to here, and it's this - if the Labour Party is to have any chance of winning a national election in the next few years, then there will have to be a decisive fight. If not, then everyone will have to plaster on a fake grin and swallow half a ton of humble pie.
Corbyn is not going to go away and barring an unforseeable miracle for the MPs, it looks like no amount of wailing, screeching or breast-beating is going to get rid of him.
The only viable choices are:
a) Come to some kind of horribly awkward, grudging, mutually demeaning accommodation with Corbyn and hope that you can, for example, agree on a suitable successor for the next election;
b) Put up a challenger who will espouse vaguely Corbyn-esque politics, and beat him at his own game, or
c) Keep wailing and screeching and beating your breasts until either Corbyn retires, or you lose the will to go on.
And that's it.
Now, choose carefully.