Over at Breitbart’s London Bureau, there’s a roughish, floppy-haired giant of a fogey named Oliver J.J. Lane. Red-pants’d and boater-hat’d, Oliver could’ve easily been chairman of the committee of the Drones Club had he not chosen a career in journalism. He’s the kind of chap you look at once and know that, if he told you he’d discovered a fantastic little pub in the scummy part of Birmingham (but I repeat myself), you’d drop whatever you were doing and go find it.