I don’t normally read the stream of vitriol that Paul Staines (calling himself Guido Fawkes) spews forth. It seems to me an imitation in the form of a blog of everything that is fetid about the mainstream press – all gossip and personality, with no substance or detail. I’m happy to leave him and his band of followers to entertain each other with their puerile fun.
So I did not notice this honourable mention in which Staines accuses me of being a sock puppet. My Mum – who must surely have better things to do than read Guido Fawkes? – emailed me about it. I mention it only to point out that Staines clearly does not know what the term ‘sock puppet’ means. (Sock puppets pretend to be somebody they are not; the comment he refers to on David Milliband’s blog is in my own name, so I can’t be a sock puppet, can I?)
By all means accuse me of sycophancy, if you like.