I've listened to that podcast and I'm inclined to be slightly more charitable... but yeah. I mean, there is no visceral understanding of what it is like to sit in a train between stations because someone's called in a bomb threat on the line? Which, you know, I'm happy for her, because that was no fun at all when I was sixteen and seventeen, and I was never even in Belfast until a few years ago, because even after the Peace Agreement things were still occasionally going boom for real and my nervousness, it did not like the idea.

But. Still. So much that could have been right was wrong.