I have a terrible confession. I generally don't bother to read the comments you all so generously make beneath my weekly column. I'm sure you put a lot of thought and energy into these comments and, having gone back and read a few of them, I now realise that many are addressed directly to me but, quite frankly, I am a bit of a lazy sod and usually can't be bothered to read them.
I take the simplistic view that once the send button is pressed on the column to my esteemed editor then my work is done. Obviously I go on to the Politicsweb website on thursday morning to make sure the column is up and I revisit during the day to check whether it's the best read column (or at least ahead of Gordin's weekly offering) but other than that I take very little further interest .
OK I lie. I do check out the number of comments but that's about it. While I'm occasionally curious as to the content of the comments I generally find that something more pressing claims my time....things like cutting my toenails. But I do take some comfort from the fact that 900 words of my sparkling prose every week can generate a debate (to give it a rather grandiose label) leading to over 100 comments. Poor old Ray Hartley of the Sunday Times would get a hard-on if some of his columnists got that response.
In fact, it wasn't until I was alerted on Twitter last week that I bothered to check the comments section. I received a tweet from a hitherto unknown source suggesting I check the comments following my piece on Politicsweb on whether we were heading for failed nation status. Clearly here was someone who thought he had something important to say.
So I ventured gingerly onto the comments and found that "Robert of Sydney" had imparted his version of great wisdom suggesting that, now I was sixty, I would end my days in a council sponsored B&B in a seaside town in England and have nothing to look forward to. All this apparently because I mentioned last week that I have a beautifully embossed passport that allows me to live in Europe.
Now I don't know this Robert fellow from a bar of soap and it's quite possible that my mischievous rock musician brother is playing one of his idiot pranks but just in case Robert is genuinely concerned let me put him right on this matter. Firstly, I don't think the UK is in any financial position to sponsor B&B's for pensioners but even if they were it wouldn't really suit my plans.