Years ago when I was working for the Once Formidable FM Radio Station all the staff were given a copy of 'Don't Sweat the Small Stuff' by self-help guru Richard Carlson as a Christmas gift. I'm not adverse to this type of genre as they generally contain something useful; be that either for the purpose of piss-taking or serious consideration. Well I had cause to be reminded of one of the chapters contained within that little tome this morning when I was criticized by a young chap on YouTube for playing 'Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover' incorrectly. When I first read his comment I was ready to lash back with full ammunition but decided to find the 'grain of truth' in his criticism before committing myself. One of the lessons in DSTSS discusses the benefits of this technique in that it gives us a chance to learn something we may have overlooked. So after giving his advice serious consideration I found him to be talking out of his arse and told him in so many words. Now I find I’m having mixed feelings about it all. You see I’ve alienated friends before because I’ve opened my big mouth to righteously defend a position. The need to be right and the need to make other people wrong doesn’t always sit well with me (it is appropriate at Blunty though not particularly productive with loved ones) but in the case of the 20 year old self-proclaimed bass expert that I will never have to lay eyes on, I’m feeling both victorious and ashamed in equal measures. So for all the She-Man traits I pride myself on there seems to be no getting away from this distinctly feminine desire to keep the peace and the ensuing internal counterpoint of feelings. I think. URGH.