“The weather’s pretty shitty in the Isle of Man. It’s a fact,” said the young lad. “It always rains and is colder than the mainland.” He blames the Irish Sea. He’s having a good time away from home but finds the busy bars here claustrophobic. There is more room to breathe when you live on an island. When I ask why he’s here, he says he came to see Jeremy Corbyn at The Leadmill. I think, why the hell would you travel all this way to see Jeremy Corbyn? Is Corbyn a bloody singer now? Is that why he’s at The Leadmill? Get a life. The lad starts talking about politics which is unusual for someone so young. My eyes glaze over and my replies to his questions are predictable and uninteresting. I’m bored, and I wish he’d tell me how fantastic I am instead.