I didn’t talk to you. You talked to me. You fuck off. And I don’t need to be here by your invitation, you terrible fucking tragedy. Develop some basic powers of comprehension.

You could just go away, random arsehole? Btw?

Are you saying women can’t abuse women? Does that make sense to you? Are you saying women aren’t capable of misogyny? You really need to start thinking things through a bit more. Have a lovely evening.

Dickheads like you are ten a penny on any social media platform. Maybe save up your pennies and send them to Jolyon for one of his doomed ego projects and he might notice you? You can only hope.

That’s such an achievement for you, hanging about here, abusing random women you don’t know in the hope that Jolyon Maugham will be your best pal, when he wouldn’t wipe his £500 loafers on you. I think I might cry actually. It’s the saddest thing I can think of.

Can you be less tragic? Whatever I was doing was fuck all to do with you. I wasn’t talking to you, don’t know or care who you are. Do one.

You fuck off, angry rando.

I saw Goodie Gray on The Tube in the eighties and the cows stopped laying and the chickens stopped giving milk. It truly is God’s work you do.