Iain Dale has made it to the Orwell Prize shortlist.

Here is a tirade against this development:

Everywhere you turn there he is doling out another gob of cliche with all the care of a prison kitchen cook slapping down a ladleful of mashed potato on a lag’s tray.

An acute if intemperate observation, based on who knows what experience.

And read the ensuing comments for a study in post-modern aggressive coarse incoherence.

What makes so many otherwise apparently normal people start to behave in an obnoxious way once they start writing on the Internet, I wonder?