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HOW TO BE LIBELLOUS

I once sent an extract from this book to Willo, thinking he might find it funny. Willo's response was as follows:

He's a fucking paedophile. Some of the greatest minds in the world were idle. Dick. It ranks up there with 'Smoking Grass can't rob you of your ambition, if all you want to do is get high'. Cockface. Fucking attention seeking twat tissue. Get off my planet, if you can't be arsed, or if being idle is that great, hook yourself up to a machine, which purifies your useless innards and feeds (by way of a tube) hungry children.

You vapid, turd chewer. Just because he is a lazy bastard he thinks he can pass off his own idleness as genius by equating it to the fact that Socrates used to piss about in his bathrobe from time to time. Oh, and it's a convenient excuse to have a picture of his puffy face on the front of the Guardian magazine, looking like his brain has been slapped with a birch and salt rubbed in his eyes.

Someone mentioned the book in their Livejournal, and I cut and pasted Willo's shouties in the comments section. Now, I loved Willo (pictured, having pretty eyes) for writing it, and I didn't think it would be possible to love him more until his comment got a comment FROM THE MAN HIMSELF. He can't even spell his own name. It all got deleted, but luckily a copy was automatically forwarded to my hotmail. Here it is:

Tom Hodgkison