I’m no Katie Hopkins!

I’ve been accused of many things since I ventured on to Twitter. Appearing on shows like Question Time and Have I Got News For You, you learn to expect a certain amount of criticism and name-calling. For a woman in the public eye it goes with the territory.

According to the good folk of Twitter I am, variously, a Tory lickspittle (despite having no party affiliation), a harridan, a snob, snotty, posh, gobby, fat and ugly (of course) and — my own personal favourite — a rape-apologist.

There’s also a fair smattering of B-words and C-words which are all par for the course for women who dare to — gasp, shock, horror — voice their own opinion.

I’ve even been upbraided online by no less than the Guardian’s Zoe Williams, who apparently thinks that me interrupting an anarchist academic when she was talking nonsense on Newsnight was the height of bad manners, yet thought protesters spitting at people walking into the Tory party conference was just fine.