Hi Lost Souls,

Sorry if my last blog was a little vanilla. It was recently compared to Sex In the City, idle-at-the-water-cooler style of chat.

Uninspiring in other words.

My excuse was that I had accidently deleted the original version, and the second version was hastily written and lacked the passion and immediacy of the first.

Maybe this won’t.

What is it about needing to enrage/offend/scandalise that makes good reading? Aren’t we ‘good’ enough people that reading a blog about what someone thinks is good enough? Or is just because I have chosen to express a thought on a public platform that it suddenly means that I have to entertain the masses.

Yet, I have to say there is SUCH a desire to entertain, that I immediately, amateurishly try and copy the lifestyle pieces in, say, The Guardian. Perhaps that is not such a good template to follow, it is not a paper known for extracting strong opinions. However, if you do read the comments sections of the online Guardian, it is the incenced reader that writes and responds the most. Bringing us right back to the pubic’s desire to be affronted in some way.

So, please read on to discover the alternative ending to the previous blog on LOL.

…He went on to say how I clearly ‘Dont GET ‘it” but my ears were ringing from the offensive LOL, that effectively acted as a swift punch in the pus. Enraged, I hefted up said sleek and wonderous laptop up on high above my affronted ears and, cathartically smashed it against the edge of my desk. Repeatedly. Then fell to my knees in remorse, promising to myself that I would not be so easily moved to violence, especially not by someone who was clearly a pleb and had no proper use of the language. Picked up the silvered remains of my computer and set out welding the pieces into a weapon of revenge.

Let this be a warning to you, the lazy communicators of the world, be wary and take pride in your language, or you may find a masked avanger, wielding a LoL shaped scythe perched ominously at your window one night.

Stay tuned, for the consequent posts on fat people, and black people, the classes, religion, and dumb people in this experiment of incendiary writing.