I think you should join IB in some adult education aimed at improving one's ability to interpret things more clearly...

WAV - once more...

My criticisms are entirely based on your published writings, and not directed against you personally. By publishing such offensively contentious & ill-considered crap, you are inviting interpretation, criticism and, indeed, the ridicule you seem (for whatever reason) to revel in. On the other hand, by commenting on my lack of a higher education, you are making a personal, and potentially hurtful, attack, especially given the reasons for that, which I'm sure you're aware of*. Please note, I do not comment on your abilities as a singer or instrumentalist; nor yet on your technical accomplishments in the field of poetry; neither would I ever dare to mention that a comb-over is as good as a syrup with respect to drawing attention to ones folically challenged bonce; just as I would never ever question why anyone with such a professed love of Traditional English Folk Singing would rather stay at home listening to the radio those nights that some of the finest singers in that particular field gather at his local folk club, which is held, incidentally, in one the few remaining Traditional English Village Pubs in Tyneside, o'er looking (as it does) the willow-licked waters of The Ouse Burn where swans glide (by the bevy) and many the night I've had a Traditional English Clog Dancer by my side. These things I do not mention, personal as indeed they are, so please, leave my education, or lack of same, as you perceive it, out of this.

* For the curious... For a working-class lout coming of age in the failing coal-fields of South-East Northumbria in the mid-late 1970s university was hardly an option. When I did eventually make it to Durham University as a mature student some fifteen years ago (to read for a single honours in English Language & Linguistics) my academic career was cut short by Myalgic Encephalitis following on from a severe infection that set in after my vasectomy. I have no beef with any of this by the way; ME is a reality of my life, likewise the consequent asthma, obesity, and the horrors of Vaso Vagal Syndrome; it is simply a matter of careful management, but in terms of social-class, one does carry a degree of stigma by not having a degree, especially working as I do in areas where most of my colleagues are graduates, such as my dear darling wife, who has two.