During my @Skype interview and throughout my first day working over @zoom_us Oliver explained to me how he came to be unfairly suspended from @Twitter.

I was absolutely disgusted.

I hope he won't mind me writing this THREAD about how it happened, and what he learned from it.

Twitter is a shadow-filled pit of despair. There are no other words for it. The planet's most malevolent forces openly plot their despicable deeds.

The moment any brave campaigner for the truth raises their head above the parapet a swarm comes for them.

Oliver was one such man.

A consortium (that Oliver's investigations have revealed to be made up of marxists, Kremlin-paid operatives, health care professionals and, most chillingly of all, nihilistic cyberhooligans who live solely for the thrill of ultramisinformation) targeted him for "offline-ization".

Yes, they were pro-Corbyn. But it went deeper than that. They were united by being generally unpleasant too.

Oliver had been a thorn in their side too long. From his work on the #BeKindOnline campaign (whose CEO Simon Hedges [ @orwell_fan] was also targeted) to his steadfast...

...commitment to crowdfunding legal cases to stop brexit, they wanted him gone. The consortium set about planning an offline-ization manouvre matched only in its audacity and execution by its sheer nastiness.

They put together #OperationShagrat. So named in honour of an orc...

...from J. R. R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings who they admired for having an authentic working-class cockney accent (they were all privately educated and ate falafel), it involved the committed twitter-based maskirovka ("tweetskirovka") of dozens of ideologically pure operatives.

It was a three pronged attack with one unified aim: spreading the rumour that Oliver Laughdugry was not a real person. Spike one, they targeted @StreathamRovers, a non-league football club that Oliver had volunteered his considerable legal mind to on an entirely pro bono* basis.

* - 'Pro bono' is Latin for 'completely free'.

Their audacious aim was to discredit Laughdugry's existence by convincing enough people that the football club was a so-called "parody account", a timewasting activity enjoyed by the lower-ranking class of internet social media troll. The #OperationShagrat operatives worked hard.

In the space of a few short months they had successfully made the club and dozens of hardworking men and women involved in its successful running look completely ridiculous. Good people like @TaffGoose and @RogerParsnip re-imagined as eccentric idiots. Concurrently there was...

the second prong of #OperationShagrat's attack: compile "the dirt" on Oliver himself. These info-thugs trawled through his tweets, selecting posts out of crucial wider context that made it look like he had called for the assassination of a certain elected leader of a major party.

They also gathered information - bear in mind, whilst a grieving family was still in grieving - over the Laughdugry family's decision to terminate the life of their beloved pet dog in order for Oliver to concentrate on his vital campaign work on various anti-brexit hashtags.

And finally, the third attack point, the tri-prong: hundreds of #OperationShagrat operatives started a prodigious campaign of sophisticated social media misinformation, #CodeNameShitposting**. Some of which you may have heard about - stunningly realistic stories such as one in...

...which then @LibDems leader @joswinson was murdering hundreds of squirrels for sport.

** - They used the term "shitposting" because it was social media posts of such terrifying linear warfare potency people would "shit themselves" or "shit their pants" or "spray liquid shit".

Why did they run #CodeNameShitposting? To create a palpable sense that British democracy - by this time in the midst of its third general election in less than five years - was in existential peril. Twitter HQ were forced into action. One Thursday evening they pulled the plug.

Dozens of hard-left #CodeNameShitposting accounts disappeared to tangible relief from all sensible Twitter users. But caught in the sluice guttering were the entirely innocent accounts of Oliver Laughdugry and Streatham Rovers (plus fans & staff).

Their smartphones fell silent.

As you would expect there was an outcry when the masses found out what had happened. But in a sign of the way society has turned its back on experts, most of the outcry was about Streatham Rovers.

Perhaps people just prefer football to divorce lawyers, which is sad really.

Oliver did what any rational person would do under these circumstances. Fearing for his life, he barricaded himself into the cupboard under the stairs, only eating meals that were thin enough to slide under the door for nearly two weeks.

But things are looking brighter now.

Election Night in December was a moment of release for Oliver and his wife Sarah. Finally the tide was turning. Corbyn and his hate-filled legions had been defeated at the ballot box. They could begin to live again.

They were pushed to the brink.

But they came back. Stronger.