It is the natural inclination of human beings to disagree. Indeed, it is not at all unusual for these ‘disagreements’ to be sometimes caustic even volatile.
Without dissent there would be no democracy.
I must however, draw your attention to matters far more banal in nature when compared to the disputes about life and death for example.
I refer to the year-long campaign of hatred and smear undertaken by English authors Messrs David Hewson and Steve Mosby in respect of my good self – an insignificant Welshy scribbler, in their eyes at least albeit that I appear to attract their relentless attention on an almost daily basis.
Ample evidence of their passionate disregard for me can be found in the comment threads of Westminster’s Labour Uncut and the internet generally.
Now, like me, you may be wondering why on earth two successful English authors should be so exercised by my criticisms of the taxpayer-funded Welsh writing establishment, the catalyst for their obsessive smears and attention.
They are not Welsh, they do not live in Wales, we have never met, we have never personally spoken, indeed I had never heard of either of these two gentlemen until one of my interns suggested they be invited to attend the Kidwell-eFestival back in the early part of last year.
For some time I admit, I have been utterly mystified as to their motives. People fall out, as I say people disagree but more often than not such fallouts as it were, rise and fall with equal speed. In other words, the normal sane individual says his bit then moves on. Life is far too short after all, is it not?
Not so, where Messrs Hewson and Mosby are concerned.
They persist with their vitriol. They persist with their intemperate spite.
So, why are they so determined, so committed? A question that has been tickling my mind for quite some time. In their own words, I am nothing but a fraud, a liar, a plagiarist, a charlatan, a clown, a fantasist, the list goes on and on. So again I ask, why are they so interested in me and why have they continued with their unpleasant efforts to discredit me for so long – for over a year to be exact???
Well now, a clue may lie in the fact that Mr Hewson is about to appear at the Dylan Thomas Festival in October, payment of his fee and expenses courtesy of the taxpayer of course, as are all things where the Welsh writing establishment is concerned*.
A reward perhaps?
The Welsh literati have tried everything in the book to silence me. Threats, revenge reviews on Amazon, malicious entries on the Wikipedia page, fake Julian Fuck blogs and Twitter accounts, fake emails from 13-year-old boys, you name it I’ve had the lot.
And what part have Messrs Hewson and Mosby played in all this?
PS I look forward to meeting you in Swansea (my home town no less) Mr Hewson, when you give your talk. It will be interesting to observe if you are as brave with your words at a face to face meeting, as you are with a computer screen to hide behind.
A more detailed account of the above will appear on Uncut as soon as F of I data requests are to hand.
* You have to admit, Mr Hewson’s bookish take on a TV crime series , is somewhat out of step with the general character of the Dylan Thomas Festival, is it not?