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Has Joe the wind-up cynic barman shut the fuck up yet?

This was the most painful review I’ve had to do yet. Worse than the dummy spitting medical student even.

Jesus Joe, we get it, you can write. A lot. Every fucking day you shoot out a gallon of blog jizz like a top notch porn star. Unfortunately it made me groan through obligation to my job like one too.

Cheeky chappy Joseph only started blogging in June, so I decided to start at the beginning and work my way forward. By independence day I had lost the will to live.

Here is the problem for me, you talk too fucking much. You are intelligent, observant, even funny-ish, but you ramble on and on. Every entry is about 3 times longer than it needs to be.

Do you ever read back over anything you write? I bet you don’t. I bet if you did you would end up skipping over 85% of it. Just like I had to.

I admire your enthusiasm for writing, you have a lot of work under your belt, but it’s misguided and bored me to tears, it’s too big, too much, and too dull.

Quality over quantity:
-Too many posts, some are ridiculously inane, worthless and pointless. Honestly, not posting them at all would be better.

-The quality of each post suffers due to you writing so often just to get them ‘out there’, this for example could have been much better if you had real time to work on it but due to the rate you knock them out at, the result was a rushed job and it was dreadful.

-The quality of posts suffer also from the length and unnecessary wordiness of them, edit for the love of God. Re-read them.

I got a good vibe off your tone, I wanted to read you, but just couldn’t. You’re a (fellow) united fan, I wanted to read you, but just couldn’t. You’re an enthusiastic writer, I wanted to read you, but just couldn’t.

On and on and on and on you needily fucking droned like some sugar filled orphan on open day.

Go away, slow down, edit, and come back with less words and more writing.






P.S. Your template is cat shit.