I know I shouldnâ€™t allow such twaddle to exasperate me so much. I know it is a sign of weakness, even of imminent mental collapse, when one feels compelled to post a comment at the Guardian. But alas, I couldnâ€™t help myself. To discover the cause of my intemperance, go and read this. If you canâ€™t bear to wade through all the comments, mine is here. (It will be distressingly familiar stuff to Hooting Yard readers, of course.)
Now I am going to apply a cold compress to my forehead, and throw pebbles at swans.