Guilt-edged

[j4]

I really must learn to think "how would I feel if the artist(e) was reading this?" before posting bitchy reviews.

I just hope some of the people I unintentionally offend get a decent I'm-so-misunderstood song out of my poor pseudo-journalistic potshots.

That James Joyce, mind you. So overrated. And dead! Hahaha!

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Michael Rosen, or a Hotmail facsimile, emailed me once to complain about me complaining about the vacuity and received-wisdom that he spent a whole Word of Muh wasting my aural capacity on. In response, I told him he was a sell-out and that he should stop insulting his listenership and expecting them not to insult him back, or words to that effect. I often confuse what actually happened with my esprit d'escalier, which means you're in for a treat when my memoires come out.

I didn't get any reply, but the whole episode probably explains why if you open a particular children's illustrated dictionary you find my face by "incorrigible" rather than "contrition", and an explanatory footnote by "offensive". Still, as Jack Higgins always writes into the mouths of psychopathic Oirish terrorists after they've just "iced" someone, he shouldn't have joined.

There's a moral in there somewhere, but it probably has something to do with changing unintentional offence into intentional offence, so I don't recommend you learn from this charming little vignette.