Probably fair, Burney.
But I have to admit that his unique combination of sanctimony and stupidity left me wanting to pull his eyeballs out through his nose.
And let's be honest, we all wonder about people who spend their entire lives on the internet. As far as I could tell, outside of the internet he had no life.
And - more importantly - didn't he claim to hate pubs? I mean, really.
I've turned over a new leaf. I haven't been rude to anyone on the internet this year. I'm rather proud of it. Even this morning when Jack Monroe was claiming Clematis were blooming everywhere in England in Mid-March I forbore from pointing out that she was talking böllocks.
Mind you, having my Guardian account blocked has helped in this regard.