People are calling me up to say they want to give the Daily Mail windbag John Macleod a black eye for his nauseating attack on local people on Hebrides News last Saturday. Where does he drink? they ask. In a trough somewhere, I reply.
No, please don’t hit him. There is nothing a smarmy, self-centred, loutish product of a family of undeserved privilege like him would like more than to snigger about the great unwashed trying to put one on him. He would call them heathens.
So if you do spot him in town, often lurking under a hilariously ill-fitting Glengarry, ask him to his face why he is such a coward and a poisonous ratbag, by all means. For all his wonderful skill as a wordsmith, this particularly cruel sham-Christian is reduced to a flustered nervous mess when someone corners him. Insist he looks you straight in the eye. People who know him well all tell you the same thing – he is a coward and finds it impossible to do. Go on. Try it – for a laugh. You might even enjoy it.
The coward has all the social skills of a rattlesnake.
Some irresponsible people have also suggested that I email them a photo of John Macleod so that they would know who to go looking for at the back of Lava’s Garage or wherever the Glengarry hangs out nowadays.
I will do no such thing. I would never dream of doing anything like that. So just calm down, the lot of you.
By the way, are there any readers on here who are good at computers? For some reason, I am finding that a file that I have been trying to delete just keeps coming back. It just refuses to die. It is multiplying with my every click. Maybe someone can suggest a fix for this.
See that. It has just done it again. I clicked the mouse to delete another one and, hey presto, another one has just appeared over there. I probably have no need to worry. It is just a really daft photo and I doubt if it will actually come out on the published page.
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Anonymous coward // March 11, 2010 at 4:58 pm
I think you might be pulling your punches here. You really need to say what is on your mind about this nasty piece of work.