Last night I listened to some Ian Dury songs, rejoicing in fond memories and rich, gone, but not forgotten talent.
This morning, as the sea fetched squalls to my door, I was greeted by the following anonymous email in response to yesterday’s post. And I quote,
“Everyone is sniggering about your blog begging bowl. It’s two (one ) step removed from your desperate cry for a quid or two for reading your blog a few years ago? So sad. I’m sending this not because i want to hurt you . But because you’re embarrassing yourself. Truly. Your ex-colleagues are ridiculing you…”
I don’t mind admitting that at first, I thought, “Who is this person? How can they be so cruel? And how can their grammar be so woeful?” And then I thought, “No, Mr. B! Are you really stupid enough to let this get to you?”
So, I didn’t. I decided to write about it instead, preferring to be grateful for the gift of something to write about. “I decided to be cheerful and I am.”
Incidentally, and I quote again, the title of the email was: “Pathetic”.
And finally, I am not embarrassed to say that the “begging bowl”, which I am continuing to promote on Eventbrite, will go ahead unchecked.