It’s been a good few days for laughing at other people’s misfortune. As long as those people are pompous bigots who make a living promoting hatred.

First came the news story ‘Robert Kilroy-Silk attacked with slurry’. I haven’t enjoyed a headline that much since ‘Archer Jailed’. (For non-Brits: RSK is an egomaniacal ex-TV presenter who was sacked and disgraced for writing an anti-Arab tirade in a newspaper column. He subsequently joined the UK Independence Party in order to maintain a public platform for his xenophobic, nonsensical views and delusions of charisma. His face emits an otherworldly fluorescent orange glow.)

Today we learn that the BNP (for non-Brits: this is a gang of exceptionally stupid, racist thugs masquerading as a political party) accidentally booked a black DJ for their Christmas party. Some of them walked out. “He sounded white on the phone!” bleated one dunce.

Now I’m all for peace on earth and goodwill to all. But where those who disagree with that fundamental premise are concerned, I see nothing wrong in a little uncharitable giggling.

‘Tis the season to be jolly, after all. Ho ho ho.