In the words of our Aussie cousins, my mate, Kellie-Jay Keen, is a bonzer Sheila. Over the past week, she has taken her Let Women Speak tour Down Under, handing a microphone to women at public rallies in Australian cities and allowing them to share their thoughts on gender ideology.

You could be forgiven for thinking that a nation whose inhabitants are used to dealing with giant spiders and glugging schooners of insipid Fosters would be unshaken by a visit from a five-foot-one, middle-aged pom. You would be wrong. Even before her arrival this month, two petitions were circulated demanding that she be refused a visa. And now that she’s Down Under, the political classes there have gone into meltdown.