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Howk

Well, mate, I’ve read your message, a couple of times, and while I don’t understand too much of it, my guess is that you’re not a fan. I don’t mind criticism, not at all, indeed I welcome it when it’s constructive, but I won’t have hecklers, anytime, anyplace, anywhere. It’s ironic that you should deride Bob Skinner’s view of someone as a coward, when you don’t have the intestinal fortitude yourself to put your name, location, or even your gender to your comment, only a silly nom-de-web. In Scottish ‘howk’ is what one does to rid oneself of an unwanted object, often from one’s nose. You, sir or madam, have got up mine, well and truly, so this is not the ‘Godlike Skinner’, but the Satanic QJ, giving you the metaphorical finger, and inviting you to go fuck yourself.

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  1. February 21, 2011 at 2:56 pm

    Ah – wish to God I’d said that to my very first heckler seventeen years ago. Do you have copyright on the para above? Do you object to plagiarism of sensible comments?!
    Cheers, Big Man

    M

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