Is there anything more banal than the laboriously contrived theatrical flounce? Giving a melodramatic swish of his virtual skirts worthy of the silent movie stars of old, David Torrance turns with balletic grace on his virtual heel and with his virtual nose thrust high in the virtual air strides off Twitter’s virtual stage.
Then, lest any of us should have missed this performance, he has his own review published in The Times. An account which portrays him as both principled hero and pathetic victim as he features in the self-regarding wee one-man soap-opera playing in his silly wee head.
David Torrance is a political commentator of no great repute. But he may be without equal when it comes to hamming it up for the Twitterati.