Hey up lads,
Ears were burning. And I'm a glutton for punishment. Can't speak for Joe - only myself.
Best job in the world, this. And compared to others I get very, very little that could ever be described as 'abuse' - although they do come around every few weeks. I'm really not whinging on and I hope it doesn't come across that way as it has to some.
If you're after a pinpoint tweet to showcase the craic I can't really give you one. It's the drip-drip thing that gets frustrating. I'll live, it's not something that I lose sleep over. But the jibes at how we cover stories, what questions we ask and how are knackering. Most are respectful, some aren't.
While some can dip in and out of social media, the nature of our job means we can't. I'll hold my hands up to admit I am completely addicted to Twitter in particular. Again, a side effect of a gig I wouldn't swap in a million years.
But that drip-drip of criticism - however subtle - takes a bit of a toll. The example here is the first dozen or so replies to that column that said 'Wednesday have messed it up' going 'No it's not Wednesday it's Darren'. The sub-text is that I'm rubbing Darren's belly - a phrase I've heard 100 times in the last couple of days despite not having spoken to him since Crewe nearly a month ago!
I'll say it again, I can't speak for Joe. Personally, I tend to have a bit of a whinge and go again on these things. Ultimately of all the things that have happened on a VERY newsy day - the last thing that should be occupying space on a Wednesday forum is a chat about journalists.
I'll stress again, I hope we've not come across whiny. Folk get worse. But yeah, be sound.