Janet Daley is rather punchable.
Mr Pirie's bowtie evokes an urge to punch, although I don't know who he is. I find most bowtie wearers irritating because they tend to wear them in a self-conscious affected manner, striving to look like they just threw it on. It's textbook pseud-wear. That and perfectly round glasses, a la Sartre.
They used to make them like that because they didn't have the technology for more complex lenses. Ok, I get it, they became iconic. But people that wear them now, and they cost a bomb, always look like they want me to group them with famous intellectual figures.
Ok, these ones are not perfectly round but they're close enough and I have seem him wearing entirely round ones. There's a face to punch. What a corporate whore Roger McGough is. I emailed him to object to his becoming the (very condescending and syrupy) voice of Classic FM. Didn't get a reply.
He manages to cram half his own ouvre into every episode of Poetry Please on Radio 4, despite only being the host. Some talent but fuck all artistic integrity.
Here is another one, Michael Nyman, the poor man's Philip Glass. I could punch him for those pretentious glasses alone.
Get over yourself you tit.