@fearington

I love Twitter.  It amuses me, there are lots of people that i know on there, and lots of people that i admire.  Sadly there are also some spectacular, world beating wankers on it too (i know i know, thats all part of life. Hey its my Blog and this guy is especially stupid)

From an innocuous retweet from Dom Jolly I got a small amount of grief, people who disagree'd with me, whatever, this is no biggie. Im an adult and not everyone has to agree with me and thats fine.  But there was this spectacular wazz hole who decided that it was his job to persue me.  It was actually quite funny for a while because A) he kept messaging me and taking the piss about being ginger!! i know, I have very little on top and what is/was there definately isnt/wasnt ginger. Having said that calling a ginger haired person ginger as an insult....surely thats not really doing the job insult wise? i also have two legs, so nobody better call me a two legged cunt.  I also think that this man should maybe take the piss out of me being French because thats another thing that i'm not. B) this really kicked off when i suggested that watching MMA on sky didnt mean that you were actually hard and messaging MMA fighters (even the shit ones) and telling them you could kick their tits in because you dont rate their skills is frankly staggeringly purile, stupid and delusional.  Even the un-succesful ones are trained athletes, skilled in the art of breaking limbs and that someone with even a meagre understanding of BJJ (Brazilian ju jitsu)would realise that to even suggest that you as a nasty little London shit with an attitude problem would stand a chance...well it beggars belief. 

the little twat in question even went as far as to suggest that he was going to come here and find me and kick my head in! well, we wouldnt want that would we? this man is obviously the hardest thing in creation.  I'm about to suggest that if you text me telling me your going to kick my face in you're a fucking bell end and a wimp, and that if you tweet me doing the same thing youre worse, because you know that i don't know where you are.  Unbelievably cowardly.

I could have continued with our delightful correspondances if it wasn't for the frankly dreadful caliber of insult.  He asked if my mother had fucked a wotsit...suggested that i had escaped from the biscuit tin (ginger nut, its a kind of biscuit.  do you see what he did there? very clever isnt it) it got boring very quickly. I wasnt going to learn anything from this man, this master of insults, this accident of birth

never mind eh? i know lots of intelligent gobby fuckers already.