"Terry Pratchett is an elegant, witty author whose works reference, well everything. That his books are multi-layered enough to be enjoyed by kids but also by adults is the reason he is a great writer. Of course because Pratchett has created a fantasy world he’s an intellectual light-weight to the scribbling classes but fuck them! Pratchett will be seen as one of the great writers of the C20th and beyond (make us an Igor quick Dr Venter!). I’m sure he is not studied much in English Lit departments but then they do study James Joyce who was an obscurantist bollocks artist. They also study that utter cunt D H Lawrence. I once flicked through “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”. I got more of a stiffy with the Argos catalogue."
This was brought on by a piece of idiocy by a idiot named Rod Liddle which starts
Here is one of life’s little conundrums: what is the correct procedure to follow when you see a grown-up reading the work of JK Rowling or Terry Pratchett on a train? I usually end up kicking them surreptiotiously under the table, then apologising profusely, or “accidentally” smacking them in the head with my luggage.
The gentleman opines that he would have about the same reaction as I would to this jackass:
...and if I was assaulted for that “crime” by Mr Liddle there would be a hoicking up the bracket and indeed elsewise that would make me the stuff of CCTV legend. Liddle would wind-up dictating his mindless drivel by blinking Morse Code from a care-home for the chronically spackered.
Reminds me of some of the idiocies I read years ago from 'thinkers' about Robert Heinlein's works.