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THAT MAN wrote:Three posts in ten minutes? Posts edited four times ? Typing in bold (which was described by Davd Hepworth in the current issue of Word magazine as the Internet equivalent of green ink on purple notepaper) ? Scary !!!
Methinks you doth protest too much and could do with a little more persepective and a little less red mist. I was about to post obits of Johnny Moore of the Skatalites and Pervis Jackson of the Detroit Spinners last week while making it clear I was not going to return to the discussion forum, when I saw your provocative attack on me for posting Jerry Wexler's personal top twenty. So I mesaged you to say it really wasn't worth posting them if it was going to provoke that kind of antagonistic personal response. At the same time I messaged the forum's resident reggae expert to tip him off about Johnny Moore's death and suggested he posted something instead of me, which he duly did, and messaged the site administrator to tell him about the death of Pervis Jackson.
As you tell me that I don't understand (although actually I see what is going on here all too well) , I repeat my promise to stick to looking at the pictures from now on !
why don't you go and read The Sun...or look at the pictures...
Your Rupert Murdoch- like tactics will not work with me.
THAT MAN wrote:why don't you go and read The Sun...or look at the pictures...Your Rupert Murdoch- like tactics will not work with me.
So is that the reason for the green ink on purple notepaper - because I spent several years on the staff of News International?
if you had ever been stalked - whether in real life or in cyberspace - you would take a rather different view , one suspects. But enough ! I 'flounced' away from this forum to escape both stalkers and green inkers and here you are goading me back in !!!
the internet and email is facilitating a trade in abuse even among people who on the face of it know better. Part of that is just because they can. Answering back once involved paper, an envelope, a stamp, a trip to the postbox, ample time to reflect or grow discouraged. That has all changed and nowadays people reach for the snappy rejoinder often before they've actually thought of one. Such is the traffic in smart-arse one-liners that I'm genuinely amazed that nobody has come up with an email package including a cooling-off function - some sort of electronic departure lounge into which it decants all your outgoing communications for, say, half an hour, long enough to give them a second thought, and in some cases, call them back.
Instant email response is the non-violent person's equivalent of the glassing. People talk of "firing off" emails as if they were shots from the hip that didn't actually hurt but simply made the whistling sound of a harmless ricochet. But people are bruised. Anything that can be taken the wrong way will be taken the wrong way. People don't read emails carefully. Except among friends, nuances are lost. People respond to what they think is said rather than what actually is said. What they think is said is very often the thing that sets up their pat response.
Add to that the fact that media no longer believes you're there unless you're responding and you have an exponential growth in cab driver's opinions - predictable, accusing and unleavened by personal experience. The rich range of human experience is narrowed to a yes-no interlude. Are we ruder as a society? Text this number for yes and this number for no.
The sense of pent-up anger that appears to lurk behind the postings on the Guardian site as much as the Daily Mail's is increasingly straining for the definitive statement that will achieve the impossible, which is to SHUT EVERYBODY UP. It's no longer an engagement; it's a dialogue of the deaf in which everybody's looking for the conversational topper, the James Bond-style exit line.
This does not only apply to the majority who have been unheard too long. It comes to something when someone as well situated as Giles Coren feels the need, as he did recently, to settle a score with another food critic by sending an email that climaxed in the expression "take your head out of your arse, you fucking twat". Had he scrawled this in green ink on Basildon Bond, the recipient could have comforted themselves with the idea that they were the victim of a stray nutter. But once the thing appeared online, the sentiment is in the public domain and appears to be somehow widely held.
THAT MAN wrote:Nigel ? Who he ? Don't you mean That Man ??
That was a weak attempt at defusing the situation/declaring a truce with a joke, by the way...
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