So far, today, I have been called (all by the same person, bar the third and second to last—all caps are as originally posted, not mine):

• someone who “CLEARLY WORKS FOR THE RAIL INDUSTRY”;
• a “prick”;
• asked “WHO THE FUCK [I AM]” and “WHO THE FUCK ASKED [ME FOR MY OPINION]“
• an only child (!?)
• a flange-shuffling walking encyclopaedia twat (NB: not even his choice of words, instead retweeted with a massive “HIM” applied)
• another internet tosspot with more time than sense;
• someone who judges others without understanding the facts, i.e. a troll;
• and been told I should pay for replacement taxis for rail commuters,

all for daring to suggest that the Southeastern train company providing a universally-agreed-to-be-rubbish service is not a valid excuse to call their managing director, Charles Horton, a “PRICK” and a “CUNTFACE,” and that doing so paints yourself to be something of a dick.

Having been on the internet for around ten years, I’m an old man in terms of social media, so I’m desensitised to trolling and being called a troll. I am still fascinated, though, by the way that many people (usually men—statistically men) seem to assume that because they’re sat before a keyboard, rather than saying it to the recipient’s foul, disgusting face, they can safely discard any sense of politeness, decency and, in this case, sanity.