**The Twenty Ninth Day of the Sixth Month of the New Millenium Plus Five**

WE ART NOT AMUSED

Re: DAILY STARGAZER (complete wankereths and tossereths!)

Lo! Thusly! Hitherforthwitheth! Anyone who-eth hearkened the Virginal interview wilst realize that I, Brian the Wise, sayeth NOTHING MUCH about Coldplay. Unfortunately this newspaper hath blown this up unto a big deal, and blurreth the issue.
Hath they Orbs in their retinas?
Ha-eth Ha-eth!

I, Brian the Wise, hath only the slightest complaints against Coldplay - in fact what Thee hath hearkened of them, I, Brian the Wise, couldst thusly suggesteth only minor improvements - but of course Roger the Divine art entitiled to shoot-eth His big mouth off as per-eth usual.

And Lo! I, Brian the Wise, doth get-eth the blame! It art so unfair-eth!
Big Fat Git Thou Art Roger!
Why canst Thou ne'er learneth to shutteth Thy mouth?

Insteadeth of bawling ye out, the wankereths and tossereths of the Daily Stargazer start to calleth Thee names!
It art totally UNACCEPTABLE!
It art cruel and unkind-eth!

Thee think-eth I, Brian the Wise, detect-eth a note of pique in the article ... pique! Presumethably they think-eth they hath to spring to Coldplay's defence by insulting Thee.

Do-eth they knoweth not whoforeart Thee art? I art Brian the Wise, ORB, CBE, Doctor and SCIENTIST-ETH!

Smite Them!

And Smite Coldplay!

Cheereths.

Brian the Wise