Waterblogged

Richard has become a columnist who blogs (a blogamist?) about film on The Guardian website. First blog went live yesterday. Subtly witty, a bit like The Gigolos. Not everyone's going to get it. In fact, let's hope lots of people get the wrong end of stick. (Let's particularly hope that Stella Papamichael from the BBC reads it & is confused. Altho she won't read it cos she'll be busy getting the wrong end of the stick elsewhere.)

I've wasted Sat morning reading posts - they're priceless! Most "commentators" seem to read the first few lines of the blog until they find something to disagree with, venting their anger without bothering to read the whole thing. Then they disagree with other people's comments, rather than discuss what the article is saying. It's like a noisy pub late at night, where a fight breaks out amongst strangers for a reason no one remembers. Concepts such as "irony" and "subtlety", carefully honed over centuries of the English language, are lost. Richard's so far been accused of being sexist, writing lazy journalism etc. which anyone who knows Richard would find hysterical.

Fortunately, nowhere near as bad as the comments which greet any Peter Bradshaw blog. It doesn't matter what he writes, readers are there ready to pounce and try him for any crime.

Are blogs perhaps replacing therapists? You read something you don't like, you get angry, post a comment, get it out of your system, then get back to normal.