Why the Hell is theguardian so fucking enraptured by imbecilic former Radio 1 disc jockeys?
(And yes, I do mean you, Nick”y” Fucking Campbell.)
How big of Mr. Read to stand aside.
How tragic that he believes we care.
Do read the user comments (or at least the ones that survived theguardian’s Gestappo – “Oh come on, I put an asterisk in it! How do you know I didn’t mean ‘what a cant’?“): they’re almost as funny as the ones left for Nick”y” each week.
Coming up next week: Chris Moyles and Scott Mills discuss whether there is a viable two-state solution to the Israel-Palestine conflict, and Jo Whiley writes about why she thinks green apples are tastier than red ones.
Cock off, Read.
And grow up, Rusbridger.
Oh thanks for that. I’m still in tears. But I’ll give Rusbridger credit, or whoever read this drivel and thought: “I know, let’s put it on the blogsite to see what sort of a reaction it gets from the punters!”
My faves are:
“Mike has just finished an album collaborating with many literary greats including Shelley, Byron, Kipling, Auden, Shakespeare, Dylan Thomas, Tennyson and Wordsworth.”
Apart from the apparent implication that he considers himself to be on all fours with these literary greats (Mike’s “crew”, as I believe the young people say), it seems just slightly grandiose to claim ‘collaboration’ given that, being dead, they didn’t have too much choice in the matter.”
and:
“Can we have an article in support of Ken by the other Mike Reid… him off Eastenders.”
One of the contributors actually stated that some of the ideas were okay, but others were unsound. I nearly pressed “report this comment” for being not nearly abusive enough.
Okay room for one more:
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