The aforementioned comment on Woo's blog resulted in a strange and slightly creepy but highly illuminating stream of communications from Rod Liddle himself. To think that he had time between paid opinions to Google his own name obsessively and give little me a piece of his mind, gratis. Truly I am blessed. In it, I see that he called me a "Typical fucking gobshite public school coward, devoid of talent, wit or interest. Or courage. Hopeless little beardy cunt".Gobshite? Almost certainly. Devoid of talent, wit or interest? I'm probably not the best judge of my own attributes. You decide. Courage? I wish they'd bring back Imperial Russian stout. However, like Liddle, I went to a comprehensive. Still, why research when you can assume, albeit wrongly? As for being "beardy", what's this I see before me? I reckon that he was just jealous because I can actually grow something other than bumfluff.
The guy is a genuine creep. I once saw him in Waitrose, Canary Wharf patting his girlfriend on the head.
ReplyDeleteIf he wants to come to my blog and hurl abuse, bring it on.
What a cunt. Good for you.
ReplyDeleteIf he gives me a job I will support him. Nowt thus far from Group-Captain Hicksely-Alton.
ReplyDeleteIf he got the job and commissioned me to write for the paper, I might reconsider my verdict on the man. Then, I'd use the proceeds to charter a supersonic pig to fly me to the Bahamas.
ReplyDeleteWhile of course Rod is plainly blind to wit, talent and elegance of mind (get on with it - ed), I am prepared to give gim a few points for not pretending to be above the fray, unlike the real cunt, James Delingpole, who imagines I don't read his tweets or his fuckawful Telegraph blog - the reader comments alone redefine mental illness.
ReplyDeleteSo, Rod, if you're reading this - lose some weight, take those statins, put your flashing cock away and make the most of your time on this planet. xx
I half-agree with you, Madame, but if you have to respond in these situations, it's best to apply sweetness and reason, thus making the critic feel it's their problem. Instead, the way he responded just confirmed my initial impression.
ReplyDeleteI'm baffled at how someone with his profile and his connections can still be so painfully chippy. Your comment about him needing to enjoy his time on the planet is well made. His communications with me had the distinct whiff of self-loathing. At the end of the correspondence, far from wanting to lamp him, I felt the need to give the poor soul a hug. Which, if I ever meet him again, I will.
Opponents of his appointment may well find this blog and think it add grist to their mill. That's not really my intention. I've had these emails in my inbox for over 2 years, and they've been a source of great private amusement for that entire time. I just thought that it might be worth using them to show what a rum bugger Mr Liddle can be. As a self-confessed cunt, how much of an insult is it when I refer to someone else as such?
For what little it's worth, I don't actually have a principled objection to him becoming editor of the Independent, apart from it being almost certainly the death knell for a once-worthy project. However, as you say on your blog, the Indie hasn't been that for quite some time.
Of course Rod hates himself - he's turned himself into yet another personality caricature with a set of vulgar poses and posturings under the headline "faintly ironic". Everything he writes in consequence is worthless.
ReplyDeleteI, too, keep emails. The things I could cut 'n' paste ...
Madame Arcati your comment on the Torygraph had me laugh so loud next door complained.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to meet you Ron. Your place or mine?
ReplyDeleteJust given the fucker a kicking over on "LFF. Truly it is he that is the real cunt. Never mind the Indy, he's got a better chance of being appointed editor of BNP News, the CUNT.
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