Well screw you
Since making this blog I have had a massive three complaints about my so called ‘superiority complex’ – this tells me two things: first of all that a minimum of three people are reading this which, frankly, astounds me but more importantly that you are morons.
If you honestly believe that when I say about being superior to all creation I wholeheartedly mean it then you serve only to prove to me that natural selection needs my assistance in the form of my foot up your arse. The strange thing is that I am actually, properly annoyed due to the simple fact that I would expect those in question to understand this by now. It is a self-evident truth that becomes clear by knowing me for more than three days. For starters I am the most negative person you could ever have the misfortune of meeting when it comes to myself, the major feedback that came from my interview at Explore was that I am incredibly harsh on myself and that was just from an hour of knowing me. Granted it was an hour of talking about myself, but my point still stands
Second of all I am beginning to think that my brain came from a woman as every month, regular as clockwork, I go into a phase of abject depression within which I do nothing but beat myself up over every small detail of my life. In this time it is very clear to see just how my mind works and exactly how I view myself. This is probably the only time I will not hyperbolise every single thing I say, this tendency being another contributory factor to the misinterpretation in question here despite my forewarning. The crux of all this is that the whole superiority thing is essentially a front, a poor one at that, hiding what I really see myself as – I will spare you these details
Right, second of all I do not see how liking Kate Nash makes me an insult to the gene pool – that comes down to other things. I am a hotbed of musical opinion so don’t ever challenge me on the subject as I will shoot you down mercilessly
Third of all Liverpool FC are an insult to football. We ask them to donate their gate receipts to us, a club who will be out of business if we don’t have a buyer by 5PM on Monday, and they fucking refuse. What does £200K mean to them: a club with billionaire owners, a 45,000 seater stadium and a squad worth over 100 million? That is a quarter of the value of our squad! Blackwell recently donated all his Christmas wages to give the squad what he could in return for our recent upturn in form, a squad the normal weekly wages of which amount to about the same as that of Stephen Gerrard alone.
I realise we cannot simply expect big clubs to support us constantly and we don’t, not at all. But when they travel to us for a game they are bound to cruise the least they can do is let us make something out of it. Last time we were just pleased to see them, this time its fucking personal.
