Bollocks.

At 7.22 yesterday I wrote:
In a thread about the Jewish influence on folk music he (poxy-loxy] objected to a song called "Hava Hangover".

Anyone who wanted to look up such tripe could. I put the alleged "anti-semitism" of Priscilla Queen Of The Desert in quotes to demonstrate that it was no such thing, not (as Mr Winick alleges in a typical nerdism) to attribute it to poxy-loxy. Scarcely to "verbally intimidate" him but to emphasise how ridiculous such a tedious, whingeing complaint sounded. They (collectively) now allege it was not a complaint at all. I suggest a course in How To Write With Clarity.

Later in the post I identified that various strands of culture culled from the Jewish diaspora that musicians (such as Burning Bush) are pursuing here in England, and that some, because they are resident in England, pursue English tradarts too. These are different (as is bleedin' obvious). Nerdy's relatives may be poncing around pretending to be more English than the Royal Family isn't but the practice of immigrants (however far back) concealing their roots is, fortunately, dying out.

This nerd alleges that he has leapt, knight-in-shining-armour stylee, to poxy's "defence" after I "attacked" him. No, I treated him with contempt and scorn after he launched, out of the blue, a pathetic, incomprehensible attack on me. What exactly would be the point of attempting to attack a nebulous, allegedly Irish (possibly Jewish), shit stirrer? He's now in a playground-taunting gang of two with a tedious, out-of-touch Murkan academic who emerges occasionally to make frankly weird observations on English tradarts from his ivory tower.

This, remember, is all because I said a South African Jewish comedian was rather far removed from being an example of "English culture", and thus ill-chosen.

Go figure, those of you who want. I've lots to do in the real world of Eng-er-land today.