Furthermore I did not see anything invalid or inaccurate in Lulu's post.
I've seen Roger (and others) get far more inflammatory, in fact one member in a recent thread threatened to knock another member's teeth out if he met him on the street.
Um... The 'details' of his 'analysis' of my life, couched in denigratory terms, were actually fairly inaccurate, inflammatory and unpleasant. Rather more so, in some ways, than merely calling someone an idiot and threatening to knock their teeth out. The latter, we all accept, is 'mere puff' (Carlill v The Carbolic Smokeball Comany, 1892 1 QB 256) whereas the former is calculated nastiness.
As I said in my original response to his post, there is some truth in what he says. On the other hand, as someone else said, to accuse someone (in effect) of being a 'lifelong failure' is pretty nasty. At first I though he was merely an incompetent writer, making valid points rudely and unpleasantly. The alternative is that he
can read and write, and was being deliberately unpleasant. From subsequent PMs this seems more likeky.
And as I said in another post, who is the failure? Who is hiding behind a borrowed name? A name, I now learn, borrowed from a (deservedly) dead gangster? Someone who reveals NO details of how he earns his living, and how successful he is at it? Has he ever been offered a teaching post at a university, for example (I have)?
As apconan says, let's examine the validity of the expertise. Mine is in my books, my articles, my columns, my websites. Where is his? I've never pretended I'm a rich man, but equally, I've kept my head above water for 30+ years by doing what I love, without (to quote again) too much compromise, and I don't owe anyone a penny.
The only thing I worry about is how lucky I've been, and how well I'm placed. I sometimes think it can't last. But maybe it can. because I'm quite good at what I do. Today, for example, I sold another article to a Land Rover magazine. Not a fortune, but it's income, and the money comes from (a) travel, which I love, (b) writing, which I love and (c) photography, which I love.
Again I say: who's the failure?
Cheers,
R.