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I feel that some harmless comments, made in jest in a thread that took in Meg and Mog and Roger Hargreaves (author/illustrator of the Mr. Men series) have been somewhat misconstrued. In fact, reading back through this thread, I have seldom seen such woefully hilarious misreading take place in a Barbe-thread.
My emnity towards Alex Garland is the result largely of my own failings to 'make it big' in the world of literature, and is peppered with a smidgen of those self-important Harry Enfield characters (Oi! Garland! No!). For the record, Nick, I lived in a garret in Hampstead myself when The Beach came out, I had failed to get a novel published, he was rapdily becoming a millionaire, I was bitter, bitter, tormented and confused... and there was Alex Garland, wlking in MY streets, appearing in MY papers, rubbing my nose in the... why, the fucker, the bastard, the BAAAASSSTTTTAAARRD...
I'd point out that Will Self's family were actually quite poor, by all accounts. And re-assert that Roger Hargreaves kicks Jan Pienkowski's arse. |
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