I barely knew who Arron Banks was. Now that I know a bit more, I barely care.
I know who Caroline Lucas is: the envy of idealistic 12-year-olds everywhere. (Nothing wrong with being young and idealistic; it’s better than being older and none the wiser.)
So, reading the latest of what passes for news, I see that the bad boy from Basingstoke prompted Lucas to report him after setting Twitter squawking with his expressed desire to see a teenager drown in the Atlantic ocean. Well, when you put it that way.
Having incited my own much more modest mob a number of years ago, and being versed in tribal politics, I find merit in his non-apology: “Obviously I don’t hope she encounters a freak yachting accident! … I just enjoy watching the ludicrous tweeter mob following the next outrage.” Doubtless he spat out the bones of a baby kitten immediately after providing that quote.