Finally banned outright from Telegraph Blogs.
I shall drink to Mabel Thompson tonight. Although nowhere near as much as she will.
The ban came within hours, possibly minutes, of its most-read contributor's having become my follower on Twitter.
Last night, I posted the following comment in reply to Thompson's lashings and lashings of Sour Old Fruit (or was it Bitter Lemon?) about Owen Jones:
"One from your own era:
Along the boulevards he'd cruise,
And all the old queens blew a fuse.
If Owen Jones ends up like Rod Stewart's Georgie, then we shall all know whom to blame."
Add in my pointing out of the fact that that very site, which makes no claim to be uniformly right-wing (that would be a perfectly valid excuse), carries not one but two veteran Trotskyists, one of them of staunchly neoconservative views and thus exposing the true nature of neoconservatism, plus a bitter old Blairite who is only there in order to annoy the New Statesman.
As I ought to have added, plenty of hope there for anyone preparing to join the ever-lengthening dole queues when the Socialist Worker goes to the wall. Watch that space.