I find Owen Jones and Milo Yiannopoulos difficult to tell apart.
But I shan't tell them to get a room. Think of the people in the next room.
"Milo Yiannopoulos's enablers deserve contempt – and must be confronted," announces Jones.
My ban from the Telegraph's website dates from January 2013, when Damian Thompson dispensed lashings and lashings of Sour Old Fruit (or was it Bitter Lemon?) about Jones.
I posted in reply:
"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."
But Jones would today seem to be in the least physical danger of what has become the trio.
Scab though Owen Jones now is, he nevertheless deserves to be in less physical danger than either Milo "Is That 12-Year-Old Single?" Yiannopoulos or that monster's original Daddy, Damian Thompson.