Herself was watching the television news last night.
Some reporter was waffling on about something, and I was paying little or no attention.
"Jayzus!" says Herself. "Would ya look at the cut of yer wan. She looks like she's been dragged through a hedge backwards, and she has no dress sense. That coat doesn't suit her at all."
"That's sexist" I replied. "You wouldn't say that if she were a bloke."
"Hypocrite!" says she, "You're always criticising people on that site of yours. Look at the way you used to call Harney names."
"I merely called her a fat ugly cunt because she was fat and Minister for Health. If she had been Minister for anything else I would have ignored her. And I called Reilly a fat ugly cunt too for the same reason so you can't accuse me of being sexist."
"You're always calling people names. In fact all you ever do is give out about people. Why don't you write something decent? Why can't you be positive? Why can't you concentrate on people's good points? No one wants to read that shite you put out every day".
"So what exactly do you want me to write about?"
"Write about me. Write about Penny. Put up photographs of the new Grandson. Just be nice for a change."
"The last time I wrote about you you sulked for a week after. All Penny does is sleep, eat and ask for the odd tummy-tickle. And my site isn't the kind of place for sticking up cute photographs. If people want cute photographs of babies and kittens and stuff they go to Farcebook. That's what Farcebook is for."
"So write about yourself then. Write about your true emotions. Write something from the heart. Be honest and show people that underneath all that anger there is someone nice underneath."
"The site isn't about me; it's about my thoughts and feelings."
"Well give them some nice thoughts and feelings, and if you can't think of anything nice then don't write anything at all."