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April 04, 2006
Martin Newell on the redtops on Jeremy Clarkson on holiday
Martin Newell: could he get any funnier? The shocking answer is: apparently. Like a fine wine (or some sort of French cheese) his blog has ripened with time. It's gone from a simple humourous and absurd (and thinly-veiled) commentary on life in Wivenhoe into a deeper and more philosophical humour, the kind that openly quotes Jeremy Clarkson and makes little mention of Gary the Elephant.
Update 7/4-2006: "Martin's uncanny satire sense tingled. Something was wrong with that blog entry. Very, very wrong. A mere mortal might not see it, but the usual subtle interplay of words was so clearly missing. Perhaps it was the illness. Or maybe something else. Whatever. With one nicotine-stained finger, made corpselike by the pale flickering light of his Red, Green and Blue Rizla monitor, he pressed the Delete button. An irrational sense of relief flooded through him, although he instinctively knew there would be hell to pay from the denizens of the lower blogosphere. Such is satire's midnight bargain with the Devil, he thought to himself, as the banshee wail began, almost inaudibly at first, then rapidly rising to a painful keening shriek like a tightening circle of winter timberwolves. There are always victims, one way or another."
Posted by daen at April 4, 2006 04:05 PM
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