They Tried to Cancel Me (Again)

Another week, another hit piece trying to get me sacked from my job.

Not that this one got much traction. Partly because just as it was released, old Rashid Sanook decided to help me out by announcing a general election while soaked with rain and drowned out by a D:Ream song. And partly because I’m not very important. Sometimes no one giving a shit about you pays off.

I won’t give the miscreants responsible the ‘oxygen of publicity’ by naming them, suffice to say it was a pretty weak attempt. Like Eminem in 8 Mile, it’s hard to say much about me that I haven’t already put out there myself. I’m so painfully honest about all my problems that everyone can tell what I’m like (a neurotic but gentle young man with a keen interest in literature and the music of The Beach Boys). 

Even peering voyeuristically behind my Substack paywall (thanks lads, enjoy the content) the worst they could find was the phrase ‘the sheer gayness of everything’, which is objectively hilarious.