Sunday, 1 November 2009

But...

There's only story that really matters today - this earth-shaking - nay cosmos-shaking - saga from the wonderful world of the Twitterati. Do we laugh or cry? We certainly - in my case - resolve never to go anywhere near Twitter. Meanwhile, I've had it with this blog - we're through - and it's all your fault, Dearieme (and Anonymous). I hereby retire from the blogscape.
No I don't. Only joshing ;-)

12 comments:

  1. Oh God. One of those stories where it's difficult to know where to begin.

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  2. Yes, but it's a curiously charming story that he's made peace with his critic. I know just how he feels after my website was attacked by the fearsome blogger, Sister Wolf.

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  3. It is an established rule of the web that one must never make a quip about Stephen Fry.

    It resembles some feudal scene in which the crowd awaits the judgement of the King (or, in this instance, more likely the Queen) before deciding if they should applaud or punish the court jester.

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  4. It's horrible, it reminds me of teenage girls saying 'oooh I'm so fat' and desperately casting around for someone to say 'no you're not'

    My already miniscule estimation of the man has shrunk yet lower. He should be forced to make episodes of Kingdom for the rest of time, so it becomes like Last of the Summer Wine, except in utterly flat Norfolk, so there isn't even a funny scene with a bathtub rolling down a hill.

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  5. Would a twitter critic be called a Twitic? or a Critter, or possibly a Wally.

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  6. This is one of the least newsworthy pieces of news ever.

    But I do sympathise with Fry. The bastards can grind you down.

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  7. you mean the viscious gallery of critics on your blog Brit?

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  8. You mean the viscous galleon of crazies Worm?
    As the entire Kraal knows, the Nige-Brit blog axis (blaxis?) has among its commenting elite the noblest, brightest, finest, most humorous, politically disengaged, musically aware, Emmylou worshiping group of camp followers any camp could desire.

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  9. I agree, ducky. You are a love.

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  10. Well, you can't take a million followers on Twitter with you. I wonder what the options are. Too many to Ebay probably. Christmas presents, perhaps. A Fairtrade Followers scheme: you give someone a Fairtrade Followers voucher for Christmas, and when they activate it a bemused family in Kenya or Uganda is presented with half a dozen Stephen Fry Twitter fans instead of a goat.

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  11. Do you know the story of Fry's being invited to give evidence to a Scottish parliamentary enquiry on mental health? He jumps on the plane north, and when he boards a taxi at the other end, instructs the cabbie to take him to Parliament. Aye, says the cabbie, but d'ye ken that that's in Edinburgh and this is Glasgow ye've come to?
    Precious!

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  12. Well I'm much, much thicker-skinned that Fry, but I understand that it's the drive-by snipers who can do the most damage, Worm. Everyone knows that one pinch of criticism can cancel out any mountain of praise.

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