I’ve done it again. I’ve gone and riled myself up, which is increasingly easy to do these days, what with Putin and the Russians leading the free world under the guise of that wig-wearing orangutan Trump, who, as it turns out, can rather impressively speak three different languages, although these languages are sexism, bigotry and choppy-English, which isn’t quite as impressive. Anyway, it isn’t Trump who has got under my skin this time around. No, this week’s culprit it the