This month, I signed up to X (formerly Twitter) for an hour, experimentally, in order to have a look.
I browsed gingerly through the famous Xvitriol (go off, people!). My favourite insult, which I took away as asouvenir, was: “Grimshaw: absolute woke fool.”
Having imported America’s “war on woke”, some of us really have drunk the Kool-Aid on the argument, previously put about by
