Monday 24 March 2014

This is where it gets personal


Yesterday, I broke all previous personal records on the comments hit list, and John commented that he had (insert a Shirley Temple voice here)  '77 yesterday without flexing a bicep' - bingo-wing, more like.

It is ironic that my post was about how much I liked the vitriolic comments of certain fellow bloggers, as opposed to all you fawning sycophants who leave flattery by the sickeningly-sweet bucket-load on his, day after day after day.

My dears, I have had one hell of a day today (probably due to last night's celebrations) so I am going to content myself - if leave you disappointed - with this small but interesting observation about quality versus quantity, then go to bed in the full knowledge that I will awake tomorrow to find my inbox positively over-flowing with comments in the morning, all of which will be read and digested before breakfast.

I leave you with that Danish girl in the blue dress, still cycling past the cafe, as an antidote to the sword-wielding, hairy gimps which the animal hoarder has such an unhealthy interest in.

You sleep well too.

18 comments:

  1. Oh dear...Thomas
    Don't you know..it's much easier to be rude than polite
    Xxxx
    Sleep well

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    1. Very true. I have to force myself. I love pretending to be insanely jealous of you, though.

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  2. A new record is set. From 82 to 1 in 24 hours.

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    1. A record is a record, even if it is a nose-dive.

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  3. I seem to recall reading something in an Austrian or German paper not so long ago about an internet photo of brick receiving tens of thousands more comments than the blog a famous personality, a politician I believe it was. Keep on tapping!

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    1. I tend to skip those blogs about celebrities, even if they are photographed almost naked. I might try that brick trick, though.

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    1. I can't get enough of her. In fact, I can get any of her.

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  5. Shall I be a fawning sycophant or make a vitriolic comment? Hmm, can't make my mind up so I'll just sit on the fence.

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    1. Very wise, Sue. I wish I could do the same most of the time, but I've got a big mouth.

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    2. Yes agreed. A big ugly mouth

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    3. I really don't mind insults, Heron, just so long as they show at least a tiny bit of humour as opposed to the unedifying shite that comes from your mouth, day in and day bloody out.

      I am going to give you enough time to read this and - unless you give me any reason to change my mind - I am going to block you tonight when I get home.

      Basically, I have come to think that you amount to no more than a rather unintelligent and self-opinionated bore, and I have had enough of you.

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    4. Why do you hang around then, of you feel the same way? Anyway, for what it's worth, I'm not blocking you - not that ought to make any difference to your attitude. I used to think you were just drunk all the time, but I'm not so sure now, hence the above outburst.

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  6. This needs a painting - can't you go into your 'blue period' and oblige? She is so slim, lithe and beautiful - all of which things left me years ago - so never mind the blue, just green with envy (ie jealousy)

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    1. If she asked to be my model, I would return to painting, Weave. I'm not proud of it, though.

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  7. You old lech. She seems to have her headphones plugged into her handlebars.

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  8. So she does. Maybe she's a remote-controlled doll? I want one.

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