2/18/2008

Whining Little Prick!

Hello,
I have been reading with some amusement the kicking dished out to young Max Gogarty, son of freelance journalist Paul Gogarty. The poor chap apparently got a spot on The Guardian blog entirely on his own merits but all sorts of nasty folk have suggested that his dad pulled a few strings.

Naturally I'm not aware of exactly what criteria are used by The Guardian when choosing to hire writers, however I would have thought an ability to write in an entertaining way would have been near the top of the list. Sadly poor Max is only marginally more intelligent than Paris Hilton and nowhere near as talented. It's hardly surprising folk thought nepotism was involved, either that or young Max has been sucking the right cocks. It cannot by any stretch of the imagination have had anything to do with his ability to write.

Of course various folk have been whining about class hatred and the like. I for one couldn't care less what social class young Max comes from. He could be Zara Phillips for all it interests me. The fact is that a boy with no discernible talent was given a cushy job on a paper that his dad has written for on occasion. That is bound to arouse suspicion, if the customers of the paper don't like that then they have every right to complain.

When I first read the article I thought Max was just an average teenage buffoon. Now that he's set his dad on us all I want to poke his eyes out. Old man Gogarty informs us that Max is actually a very talented writer but has chosen not continue with the blog because people have been so mean to him. What a big girls blouse. If I were him I'd have carried on, if only to piss off my detractors. Then again I've actually had to work for things in life and as a result have been forced to spend a fair bit of time in unpleasant situations until I could afford to move on. Whilst I'm sure hiding behind daddy must be very nice it doesn't do much to build one's character. Frankly I fear for Max.

As if the whole debacle wasn't laughable enough one writer at The Guardian has compared what happened to Max to the cultural revolution. Jesus wept! Why not go the whole hog and compare it to the holocaust? It would only be a baw hair more offensive.

Quite apart from anything else what is so fascinating about a middle class 19 year old travelling to Thailand and India like millions of others before him? From what he tells us in his column he appears to be going for the booze, the drugs and the girls. Quite how this differs from a load of call centre workers going off to Agia Napa for a bender has never been adequately explained. I can't bear these pompous twats who think they are a cut above the average tourist for no reason other than their choice of destination. Hopping on a plane to India, immunised against the local infections with a bag full of anti-malaria pills, then booking into a hotel recommended by the Rough Guide is not a unique experience. It's a well trodden path. He'd get more of a culture shock in Blackpool-well actually he probably would.

I don't blame Max for having an over-inflated sense of his own importance, nor his parents for encouraging him but there was no valid reason for The Guardian to encourage him in his delusions. Anyway this is one sorry tale that appears to have a happy ending Max has taken the huff with the entire media and won't be getting involved again leaving a vacancy at The Guardian for someone with a bit of talent.

Cheerio

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

"Sadly poor Max is only marginally more intelligent than Paris Hilton and nowhere near as talented."

And nowhere near as gorgeous, although he might share the somewhat vacant look that she has in her eyes. Silly girl, she still hasn't answered my letters even though I pinched 'Ill Man's' photo and told her it was me!

iLL Man said...

"even though I pinched 'Ill Man's' photo and told her it was me!"

I'd imagine that's probably why she hasn't replied David. I don't think she goes a bundle on bearded, potato faced thirty-somethings.

Anonymous said...

Possibly, but you should see what I look like!

iLL Man said...

I have. I still wake up screaming. ;)

Anonymous said...

Well, better than Clairwil, she wakes up giggling!

douglas clark said...

Clairwill,

Brilliant fisking. There ought to be an employment category for folk like you.

T'Ill man. If you look in the mirror, just so, you can pretend that the likes of Paris Hilton would be so fucking lucky...

And, let's be honest here, she would.

Clairwil said...

Believe it or not I used to work with a chap who asked Paris Hilton out via her press office. He didn't get a reply either. This chap was and remains a hero to me for his total inability to regard anything as out of his league. He also offered Donald Trump the chance to invest in an airline he was hoping to start.

Douglas,
There ought to be many special categories for people like me but the bores of this world wouldn't stand for it -they'd only involve the council or environmental health and I'd be knocked of my perch.

iLL Man said...

Cheers Douglas. Didn't mean to come across quite that way, just a bit of banter with herr Duff.

Anonymous said...

Clairwil, not caught up with your blog for ages and not stopped laughing since I did - only 5 minutes but that's a long time to laugh! Anyway you very kindly put me on your blogroll and I wonder if you'd put my new blog on too. My old one (indygal) my mates are updating whilst I'm in Sri Lanka following a no doubt "well trodden path" and doing vol work. My blog is http://indygalinsrilanka.blogspot.com. Seeing as I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of you, don't worry if you can't be bothered lol. A

iLL Man said...

Back on topic. I liked this one line...
"..........and enjoy dozens of injections off a nurse who was grumpy and trying to get me to pay a hundred quid to minimise the after-effects of being bitten by a monkey. I still fancied her though. She was a nurse."

Sad that this is as good as his blogging efforts got. He should start a new blog and call it 'Immunise Me, I'm A Wanker!', in which he chats up bored nurses whilst awaiting shots for a variety of obscure tropical diseases. I'd buy that for a dollar.