I was reminded of this when I finally got round to watching The Trip with Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon. Tired of the fact that Brydon won't listen to his lectures about Malham Cove, Coogan strides off along the limestone pavement to admire the view. As he does so he's joined by another walker who is determined to pass on his superior knowledge of the geology that formed the feature. Coogan isn't merely bored. He's also desperate to demonstrate that he knows almost as much. In the end he simply has to walk off. You can see the scene here.
Maybe blogging is an outlet for the same impulse.
ReplyDeleteThere's no maybe about it. How many times do you see somebody (invariably a middle-aged male) shoehorn, nay crowbar, something they want to offload into your comments? No matter how tenuous. Hell, I'm doing it now.
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Your use of the word "shoe horn" reminds me of the really tight boots I was wearing as a young man when I went to watch John Martyn playing phenomenal acoustic stuff from "The Tumbler" at our college folk club.
ReplyDelete(wv= berkos - cue more footwear related HORA's)
If they were boots, you wouldn't have used a shoehorn.
ReplyDelete(Say these middle-aged knowalls...)
"so few magazines for middle-aged men"
ReplyDeleteReally? You're in that business and I'm not, but who else is buying all those glossies about carp and railways?
True - but on the plus side, I'll buzz about the blogs for recommendations from other bloggers. I've picked up a stack of books, albums and allsorts from virtual nods and nose-tapping.
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me of something really interesting I wrote on my blog the other week... wait, where are you going? Come back!
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