I like to think I’m broad-shouldered enough to take any amount of reasonable criticism. Having said that, I did update my profile recently with advice on what sort of comments might not find their way to publication on this blog. Nevertheless, a couple of recent comments have had to go the way of spam due to their – how shall I put this? – intemperate language.
One delightful individual sent me a postcard in direct response to ‘Heaven knows we’re miserable now’. It advised: “Why can’t you be a good MP like Gwyneth Dunwoody, and die?”
Altogether now: “What the word needs now, is love, sweet love…”