Keith from Dulwich tried to think of an interesting comment to leave

Yes, that’s right, have your say. Speak your brains. Shoot your mouth off. Gob out some nonsense. Whatever you want to call it, having “our say” is what we all want. And with the World Wide Waffle, we can do exactly that.

As a species we all thrive on the ability to add our two pennies worth whether it’s insightful opinion or meaningless drivel; typically the latter. The internet has given the armchair columnist/commentator/politician/fan the chance to say what they want in response to any topic they’ve googled that day.

I for one roam around the internet on a regular basis (I prefer roam rather than surf because I see myself as an online free spirit rather than a bleach blonde haired water monkey who’s looking for a cheap ride on mother nature’s wave machine). When I’m out there a’roaming I usually find someone spouting on about the issues of the day. That’s fine, I like to read what others have got to say so I can dismiss their ramblings as idiocy because my thoughts and opinions are so much more relevant and intellectually valid. But these days we can’t just let it be and move on to the next article. No, no, no. We must click on the button that says ‘have your say’ or ‘leave a comment’ so we can show the world how clever we are.

Admittedly, there are the occasional comments that will crack a smile, but generally it’s blithering stupidity. Why does someone feel the urge to just write ‘I agree’ or ‘I did that once too’. Who cares? These people must feel that by commenting they become part of a club. They’re interacting with people. Networking. They’re probably the same people that text into Radio 1 when DJ Edith Bowman asks the challenging question of ‘What’s your favourite way to cook potatoes?’.

And then there’s the stalker. The weirdo that feels he can develop a relationship with the author of the piece by asking a personal question and expecting a response. This is evident more so with people we deem to be  of ‘celebrity status’. Just because they’re on your TV or in your copy of Heat magazine doesn’t mean they’re your friend. They’re not going to respond to you out of fear you may turn up on their land and start sniffing the underpants they’ve hung out to dry.

So, there you have it. I’m off to leave a few comments here and there and text into Steve Wright to tell him what a great show he puts on each and every day. Unless you’re a stalker please feel free to have your say by clicking on the ‘no comments’ link under this post. You’ll be taken to a separate page where you’ll be arrested and locked away for your own safety and the protection of society as a whole.

Good day to you.