Big bang... Brian May. Photograph: Martin Argles
Last Friday, this weekly blog roundup focused on three rockstars whose blogs revealed more of their troubled personalities than perhaps they, indeed we, might have liked. Well, this week, there can only be one star: Brian May, who seems to have spent much of the last seven days having what can only be described as an online nervous breakdown.
In what has to be one of the most fascinating - not to mention cringe-inducingly hilarious - blogs on the net, Bri's Soapbox is updated on a daily basis and is May's vehicle for plugging Queen-related tat (hey! A toothbrush that plays We Will Rock You!), crying after Suggs laughed at his haircut, and getting really, really angry with journalists. Allow me to introduce Exhibit A, in which he attacks the Guardian's very own Alexis Petridis.
Good Lord. What a wanker! In my mind [Petridis] looks like a nasty, grubby, spotty, unusually ignorant 15-year-old creep, who is foolish enough to think he has one thousandth of the talent, or the courage, of someone like Mika, writing a facile piece of attempted artistic assassination, as if he's trying to prove he has teeth in a 6th form magazine. Go away and get a life, preferably not in journalism. Try to learn the tambourine.
This, though, was only a trickle of what was to be a mountain of hack-fuelled abuse spread over one 24-hour period. Exhibit B, your honour, inspired by a non-bylined article in the Sunday Times...
No, the policeman outside number 10 Downing Street did not ask me, the "mop-haired guitarist" for my name. Don't worry, I understand your game perfectly, little journalist man, you imply that my success or fame is non-existent, because someone didn't know who I was. Why do you do all this? I'll tell you why. It makes you feel bigger - makes you feel like YOU are intelligent and successful if you can put other people in a place where they look unimpressive.
Yikes! "Grubby, spotty creep" is one thing but "little journalist man"? That'll tell the Sunday Times! But Big Bad Bri's not done yet. We only need hit "refresh" and there's another post up. Feel free to peruse Exhibit C...
Good God! Another nasty piece of work in Drowned In Sound. What is it about journalism which attracts the filthiest scum of the Earth? What decent person could write something so despicably and nonsensically insulting as calling someone a "diseased Leo Sayer"?
Critics, eh? Haven't they got anything better to do than spend all day slagging people off? Anyway, before you agree that this is a pretty accurate description, I'd better point out that the Drowned In Sound writer, Gareth Dobson, was in fact referring to Mika, and not Brian.
Right. Space is of the essence and so, for the full gruesome outpourings, you'll have to head to the blog yourself. Until next week, this little journalist man (oh, the shame) is signing off.
