Of course I like showing off (why else would I have a blog), but I dislike arguments. It hurts me when other bloggers contradict me when I say something or somebody on the telly is shit. It hurts me to realise I am wrong.
But is there enough for me to write about if I limit this blog to just observation? I'm afraid I can't do it.
It's very difficult for me to observe without sticking in my tuppence worth. Even when I do try it, say with the Peter Stringfellow post, you assume things, don't you? I say I see Peter Stringfellow and I say nothing bad about him, yet everybody thinks that my opinion of him is that he's a sexist old scrote who should be made a target at a shooting range for crackpot crackshot militant feminist sharpshooters.
I can't help it, I'm a natural character assassinator and the telly brings out the worst in me as I shout insults at all and sundry. One of these days I'm going to throw something heavy at a particularly smug comedian and then I'll need a new telly.
The problem is, a lot of those people I despise are thought to be talented by fellow bloggers.
Oh dear.
I really want to please each and every one of you, all 20 of you, (it was 4 for ages so you're less of an exclusive bunch now), but I suppose it's not possible. I hope you all consider me as your friend, albeit a friend you'll never meet (let me assure you you'll never want to meet me as in the flesh, even drunk I'm as shy and retiring as a sober Mavis Riley).
The cut and thrust of debate does not interest me. As long as we're all nice middle class wet liberals, I'm happy to share cyberspace with people with different senses of humour. There's nothing worse, after all, than a bunch of people all laughing at something because it is "supposed" to be funny, not because it actually tickles their funny bone. A theatrical performance of one of Shakespeare's comedies or Eddie Izzard Live spring to mind.
So please bear with me next time I insult one of your comedy icons.
Rest assured, I will be wrong and you will be right.
Is postmodernism to blame?
2 days ago
My Dear Mavis,
ReplyDeleteI agree with absolutely every word you say. Especially about William Shakespeare and Patrick Swayze.
Yours admiringly Kaz XXX
No you keep on Geoff.
ReplyDeleteI see you as "The Gary Bushnell of the wet liberal set".
Perhaps it's the beard. And your soft spot for the Stringmeister.
Geoff - keep doing what you`re doing, and saying what you`re saying. Please.
ReplyDeleteKaz - Why thank you. I hope those are wet liberal theatrical air kisses.
ReplyDeleteMurph - You know me better than I know myself. I am just about to have a gastropub installed in my living room.
I will continue to be me, Sky.
ReplyDeleteYes Geoff, please carry on. I was thinking something similar myself earlier. I don't give a monkey's either.
ReplyDeleteHey! He doesn't like Eddie Izzard! Let's get him lads...
ReplyDeleteEven when I don't agree with you, I can absolutely see where you're coming from. Which is the difference I think. We're all self loathing lilly livered liberals anyway, as the Murphmeister has already pointed out. We're all wrong.
And I'd imagine an evening in with you, watching the gogglebox like an aging Beavis and Butthead, would be as pleasant an experience as there could possibly be.
Richard - I'm not going to pussyfoot around any more.
ReplyDeleteDel - That's me and Betty that is.
Hell, what fun is a blog if you can't put your own opinion, obnoxious or not, into it? I wouldn't stumble by here every so often if I didn't enjoy it!
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