I was first publicly cancelled in December 2011. That was the hors d’oeuvre for what eventually became a feast of losses, leading to homeless, debt, disgrace.

Every cancelled person’s story contains the same themes: the initial incomprehension, the slowly dawning shock, the lasting PTSD. Every story deserves retelling and remembering, not least because we must do all we can to suffocate the would-be canceller who lurks in us all.

Nothing a mob does is clean, and it’s always (ALWAYS) delusion to believe otherwise.