PMQs today made it pretty clear: Corbyn is starting to employ that headmaster stare. Today, it went from a rather stern warning look to a full-on, narrow-eyed, flashing-gazed glare at the Tory front bench who promptly erupted from muffled laughter to full-on cheers, accompanied by the classic chanting of "Ooooh", which reminded me all too strongly of schooldays seated in front of a well-intentioned but sadly incompetent supply teacher.
As I reflect on PMQs I can't help wondering what would happen if I ran one of my leadership meetings that way, with that lack of respect for another human, with that level of disdain for giving an actual answer and that level of bawdy, sneering, finger pointing. Hang on, it'd be like that other make-believe, pantomime view of the world; The Apprentice.
What encapsulates all of Corbyn's shortcomings in yesterday's PMQs is a lack of drive and ambition. He seems quite content to remain as a critic, rather than a leader, to react, rather than seize initiative, and to create a socialist movement, rather than a socialist country. He is Labour's accidental leader. As if he went out in search for a Cheeseburger and ended up dining at the Ritz.
Just as America has become the country where the first "selfie" political candidate - Donald Trump - has emerged, we here in the UK are experiencing a new paradigm, too. I'll call it: "Real". It has begun - as always - with the young. A "zero hour contract" reality; seven professions in a working life; eternal debt; possible no home ownership, all of these factors are very real for a generation that will not only be long-lived, but the ultimate carers of an ageing population growing larger by the year. After the winter snows melt, and the first flowers of spring push through the soil, Jeremy Corbyn may be gone. But the Disrupter has made his mark.
The back-and-forth drama between politicians is unlikely to decrease anytime soon and in the current political climate, perhaps we need all the humour we can get. And who knows-picturing Cameron, Clegg and Miliband setting up their own cafeteria rules and sashaying down a hallway to Missy Elliott might be just what we all need.