I like Brendan’s writing because I find him funny - I enjoy his bitchy sourness, especially when directed at chaps-who-say-they-are-ladies, eg Eddie Izzard.
Weird to think that somehow must mean I trust him… … trust him enough to do what?
Promise him my first born if I can’t guess his name/how much involvement he had in a political movement that was pretty much already dead by the time he was old enough to find it?
I have seen the error of my ways, Brendan O’Neill is the ContrarianCommunist Rumpelstilskin everybody! Don’t even look at him! You’ll catch cooties!
Plus, some random poster on Mumsnet just doesn’t like the cut of his jib.