Poles, Politeness and Politics in the age of Twitter

I sometimes think that when I die there should be two graves dug: the first would be the usual kind of size, say 2 feet by 7, but the other would be much, much larger. The gravestone should read: ME AND MY BIG MOUTH.

I suspect most of you will have heard of the shitstorm that howled about the head of Jan Moir, a journalist who wrote a beastly article in the Daily Mail about the death of Stephen Gately the day before his funeral. I don’t propose to stop and pick over the carcass of that epically ill-judged piece of gutter journalism. Its malice, stupidity, incoherent illogicality and crass insensitivity have been superbly anatomised by many others and besides, too much time has passed, a whole 24 hours at the time of writing and for the online world, which is still a child, a year is a decade and a day a whole month.

If I were to express sympathy for Jan Moir here some of you might think I had gone soft in the head. And yet I do feel sorry for her. There are those, there will always be those, who believe that she knew exactly what she was doing and that she is relishing her notoriety, that the sight of her name topping the Twitter trend lists will give her nothing but frissons of pleasure. I do not believe this. Yes, I expect that she will, in time, revisit her disaster. I dare say she will write the inevitable Vulnerable Frightened Piece in which she tells the world just how tyrannised, terrorised and victimised she felt; piling on the image of the concerned mum (if she is one) who was just trying to ask questions; the honest (and perhaps naive, yes, she’ll admit to that) journalist who sowed a doubt and reaped a whirlwind. Such articles always end with Serious Questions, in this case concerning the Future of Democracy Itself if it is to be left in the hands of the firebrands, hysterics and (Dark Hints) possibly sinister forces that patrol and control the internet. It will all be silly, distressing, disingenuous and ignorant, but then she is a tabloid columnist and that is her job. The reason I feel sorry for her is not that she is a journalist, or that she writes for the Daily Mail, I am quite sure she can do without my pompous, patronising sympathy. I feel sorry for her because I know just what it is like to make a monumental ass of oneself and how hard it is to find the road back. I know all too well what it is like to be inebriated, as Disraeli put it, by the exuberance of my own verbosity.


Only a week and a half ago I was asked to appear on Channel 4 news to comment on the Conservative Party and their decision to ally themselves in the European Parliament with the Polish Law and Justice Party, a nationalist grouping whose members have made statements of the most unpleasantly homophobic and antisemitic nature. I usually decline such invitations, and how I wish I had done so on this occasion. I think I accepted for the achingly dumb reason that I happened to be in the Holborn area all that day and the ITN news studios were just round the corner, so it seemed like an easy gig. The more probable explanation is that, as my father and squadrons of school teachers correctly reminded me throughout my childhood and youth, “Stephen just doesn’t think.” Anyway. Words tumbled from my lips during that interview that were as idiotic, ignorant and offensive as you could imagine. It had all been proceeding along perfectly acceptable lines until I said something like “let’s not forget which side of the border Auschwitz was on.”

I mean, what was I thinking? Well, as I say, I wasn’t. The words just formed themselves in a line in my head, as words will, and marched out of the mouth. I offer no excuse. I seemed to imply that the Polish people had been responsible for the most infamous of all the death factories of the Third Reich. I didn’t even really at the time notice the import of what I had said, so gave myself no opportunity instantly to retract the statement. It was a rubbishy, cheap and offensive remark that I have been regretting ever since.

But it gets worse. Once the interview had been transmitted I started to receive the odd invitation to talk on Polish radio, explain myself to Polish journalists and make apologies to the Polish people in general. Perfect, you might think. An opportunity to make amends. But some mad pixie of pride in my head had got me rather riled by this time. It wasn’t helped by the fact that some of the letters I received were of such a bombastic and dictatorial nature that any spark of apology was extinguished before it was born. So I just ignored the whole incident and pretended to myself that I had been misunderstood, mischievously misunderstood, you might even say; that it was obvious to the meanest intelligence that I had never meant to suggest that Poland was complicit in the Holocaust and therefore it would make so sense for me to apologise — it would only perpetuate the culture of offence and apology that is so tedious a feature of our world. Or so I muttered. Really I was so guilty and angry with myself that I directed the anger outwards, as people will.

I take this opportunity to apologise now. I said a stupid, thoughtless and fatuous thing. It detracted from and devalued my argument, such as it was, and it outraged and offended a large group of people for no very good reason. I am sorry in all directions, and all the more sorry because it is no one’s fault but my own, which always makes it so much worse. And sorry because I didn’t have the wit, style, grace or guts to apologise at the first opportunity. I don’t know if Jan Moir feels the same, but I am pretty sure that in her heart of hearts she will have at the very least yearned for a rewind button. How many times in her mind since must she have rephrased, reworded and rejigged that sorry and squalid little article? Some of you will think I am a simpleton to imagine any such thing and that she is much more canny, crafty and conniving than that. Conspiracy theorists can be the faithful guardians of our democracy, but like many fierce dogs they can often mistrust and savage the postman, the doctor or the innocent bystander as well as the real malefactor. But this a blog and therefore about meeeee.

Political Stir Fry

There is a whole suite of reasons that disqualify me from being any kind of politician. Firstly, I don’t want to be one. I would rather suck turds for a living. Secondly I can’t make my mind up on Big Issues. On Wednesday I might believe x but come Friday I will be convinced of y. By the weekend someone will have persuaded me that the only possible answer is z. Thirdly, and most importantly, as the Polish incident demonstrated, I cannot keep my mouth shut. If a joke or a neat phrase or an apparently convincing rhetorical trope or apt simile occur to me they will emerge from my mouth without passing Think. Political opponents will have every opportunity to shake their heads and murmur about judgement, reliability and loose canons. I would spend my time writing craven letters of apology and writhing with guilt, shame and self-disgust. Which, let’s face it, is no way to run a whelk-stall.

But maybe the age of politics as we knew and loved it is over. Maybe the two twitterstorms of last week point to a new kind of democracy. L’Affaire Moir followed hard on the heels of a quite horrific attempt to muzzle the press by the lawyers Carter-Ruck. In the name of sub judice this notorious law firm slapped a ‘superinjunction’ on The Guardian newspaper forbidding them to mention the name of an MP or the question he had tabled in Parliament on the Trafigura toxic waste dumping scandal. Six hours of TwitterIndignation later, during which time every censored detail was made freely available for all to see, and the injunction was, force majeure, lifted. The internet had hobbled it fatally and it was led limping back to its stall, to the jeers and cheers of the public. Ian Hislop, editor of the Private Eye heaved a huge sigh of relief – the Eye had decided to publish and Hislop is under a personal restraining order which would have led to his facing the real likelihood of imprisonment for contempt of court, breaching the terms of a judgement and all manner of nutty malfeasances.

What both cases point to, some would argue, is a shift in the very focus of democracy. In the good old days there were Three Estates that held dominion over us. The Lords Spiritual, the Lords Temporal and the Commons. As the Press rose and cast off the shackles of censorship it became routinely referred to, after a remark made by Edmund Burke in the late eighteenth century, as the Fourth Estate. Here is how Oscar Wilde saw things a hundred and twenty years ago:-

In old days men had the rack. Now they have the press. That is an improvement certainly. But still it is very bad, and wrong, and demoralizing. Somebody — was it Burke? — called journalism the fourth estate. That was true at the time no doubt. But at the present moment it is the only estate. It has eaten up the other three. The Lords Temporal say nothing, the Lords Spiritual have nothing to say, and the House of Commons has nothing to say and says it. We are dominated by Journalism.

The Soul of Man Under Socialism, 1891

I would urge you click the link above and read the rest of that magnificent essay, especially the continuation of Wilde’s thoughts about the press.

The Fifth Estate?

Well, then. All in the same week the Fourth Estate has been rescued by Twitter and shamed by Twitter. Has the twinternet now become the Fifth Estate? And if so is it safe in the hands of people like you and me? Especially me.

Without, I hope, too much self-pity, I do seem to have made myself a target. Journalists who don’t understand what Twitter really is (the overwhelming majority) will use my name as a kind of shorthand for the service. The fact that I have been on it for a whole year (ie a decade, see second paragraph above) and have in that time accumulated a fairly large number of followers allows them lazily to go straight to my “Twitter feed” (as they insist on calling it) and either crediting me with being a kind of a Citizen Smith of the Twitting Popular Front, or blaming me for hypocritically claiming to strike blows for press freedom with one hand while trying to censor journalism with the other.

And what am I after all? What right have I to wield this kind of influence? A question people have been asking about journalists for years, but which they have every right to ask about me too. I don’t know what business I have wielding influence either. This whole thing has just grown up around me and now I cannot help wondering if, despite my preference for turd-sucking over politics, I have found myself in a new Fifth Estate political assembly, willy-nilly hailed as some sort of tribune by friendly people on one side and being yelled at by unfriendly people on the other. I am not cut out for the hurly-burly of adversarial politics. I am not qualified to represent anyone nor, I cannot repeat often enough, do I wish to. So I should shut up. That seems to be the only sensible thing to do. I should shut the fuck up.

Twitter and Me

It all seems rather unfair, he wailed piteously. A pleasant twittery microblogging service that I joined in the spirit of curiosity and fun has emerged as a real force in the land and it is of course fascinating  and pleasing to see this. I am, despite my prolix propensities and orotund enunciations, infantile. I like toys, I never plan ahead and I have little thought for consequences. I had no agenda with joining Twitter a year ago other than popping my toe in its water and seeing what the temperature was. It was not part of a clever commercial plan to “build my brand” (whatever the arse that means) nor to sell tickets, books and DVDs nor to ready myself for government, nor to disseminate a point of view nor to raise my profile in the media. I was travelling in Africa and other spots around the globe and I thought it would be an interesting way of sending little postcards to anyone who might be interested.

A tweet is a 140 word expression of what’s on one’s mind, what one is doing or dreaming of. No one, not Biz Stone and the other founders of the service, not you nor I and certainly not anyone in the mainstream or techno press, ever had the faintest idea what Twitter would become. We still do not know what it will become. Some of those who dismissed it as it rose in popularity will now be slinking embarrassedly to the sign-on page, while political ginger groups of all kinds, right left, religious secular, fanatical and mild, will be sitting around wondering how to harness its power. ‘Political consultants’ who had never heard of the service six months ago will be hiring themselves out as experts who can create a ‘powerful, influential and profitable Twitter brand’. And the moronic and gullible clients will line up for this new nostrum like prairie settlers queuing for snake oil and salvation.

“If a twazzock like Stephen Fry can wield such influence,” the mainstream parties and their think tanks will be saying, “just imagine what we can do if we get our Twitter strategy right.”

Well, I contend that I do not wield influence. I contend that Twitter users are not sheep but living, dreaming, thinking, hoping human beings with minds, opinions and aspirations of their own. Of the 860,000 or so who follow me the overwhelming majority are too self-respecting, independent-minded and free-thinking to have their opinions formed or minds made up for them in any sphere, least of all Twitter.

Is it now my turn to be disingenuous, you might be wondering? I do not think so. I don’t propose to put it to the test by urging my followers to sign a petition to bring back the death penalty or have Jan Moir sued or some other cause of which I do not approve, just in order to see whether I can bend them to my evil will, but I can guarantee that were I to do so I would get thousands of “Boo, Stephen, I thought better of you then that”, “Stephen have you run mad?”, “Stephen I think you should lie down in a darkened room for a while” types of  tweet in response.

Incidentally, in the case of both the Trafigura scandal and the Daily Mail article, I was late on the scene. I was neither an opinion former nor a trend-setter. Both Trafigura and Jan Moir were high in the top ten Twitter trending lists by the time I tweeted my first tweets on the subject. Twitter being what it is you can check this out. All tweets and their time of posting are logged and every statistic recorded. Contrary to appearances I have another life and do not spend all my time monitoring screens and detecting every twitch on the filament of the web. So you see, my influence really is wildly overstated by journalists who could take the trouble to see that I am more often behind the curve than ahead of it, more often reactive than proactive. I will concede that sheer force of numbers can cause me to break sites and to swell the ranks of a trend, but Twitter and the causes espoused on it all get on perfectly well without me.

Twitter and Governance

Perhaps the foregoing is the most fatuous and maddening aspect of the press’s (perfectly understandable) fear, fascination and dread of Twitter: the insulting notion that twitterers are wavy reeds that can be blown this way or that by the urgings of a few prominent ‘opinion formers’. It is hooey, it is insulting hooey and it is wicked hooey. The press dreads Twitter for all kinds of reasons. Celebrities (whose doings sell even broadsheet newspapers these days) can cut them out of the loop and speak direct to their fans which is of course most humiliating and undermining. But also perhaps the deadwood press loathes Twitter because it is like looking in a time mirror. Twitter is to the public arena what the press itself was two hundred and fifty years ago — a new and potent force in democracy, a thorn in side of the established order of things.

I don’t suppose there can be many in Britain who do not agree with the proposition that the Four Estates are decaying. The Estate that matters, or ought to matter, is the Commons. It is an old way of saying the common people, or as we would say now, the people. The Commons in Parliament Assembled have not now become the Commons in Twitter Assembled, any more than the presses that rolled in the eighteenth century calling for freedom and ridiculing the powerful and the corrupt of the age were the Commons in Pamphlets Assembled. But the twinternet shows that the focus is shifting. The Commons in Parliament Assembled have never been so distrusted and more importantly — for we humans rightly put more faith in our hearts than our heads — they have never been so disliked.

The Commons in Twitter Assembled

Twestminster: Democracy at Work

I am not a representative of the Commons in Twitter Assembled. I write this as an observer of a new and interesting trend, a trend that might conceivably play as important a role in the forging of a new polity as the development of the presses did in the eighteenth century. There is an energy abroad in the kingdom, one that yearns for a new openness in our rule making, our justice system and our administration. Do not imagine for a minute that I am saying Twitter is it. Its very name is the clue to its foundation and meaning. It is not, as I have pointed out before, called Ponder or Debate. It is called Twitter. But there again some of the most influential publications of the eighteenth century had titles like Tatler, Rambler, Idler and Spectator. Hardly suggestive of earnest political intent either. History has a habit of choosing the least prepossessing vessels to be agents of change.

Twitter may seem to some to be dominated by bien pensant, liberal spirits at the moment. Will I be so optimistic about it when these spirits are matched by forces of religiosity and nationalism that might not accord with my chattering-class, liberal elite preferences? When the political machines march in and start recruiting and acquiring millions of followers, giving them the power to close sites with DDOS slashdotting campaigns, what will I say then?

Well, all kinds of bleak scenarios are possible. But for the moment let me believe in democracy and the good sense and good intentions of the commons. We commons have long treasured our ancient liberties. They stretch back in time, marked by Magna Carta, Milton’s Areopagitica, 1688 and the Bill of Rights, Wilkes and Liberty, the Peterloo Massacre, the Tolpuddle Martyrs, the Chartists, the Reform Bill, the Jarrow marches and innumerable other milestones that have led us to this point. The ancient liberties of the common people have found expression in plays, poems, ballads, essays, journalism, cinema, television and now they find a voice in Twitter and the internet. One medium has never replaced the other, but complemented and enhanced it. Let there not be war between Twitter and the press. Let them both be agents for freedom of speech and a better way of governing ourselves.

Meanwhile what of me? Hundreds of requests pour in every day asking me to use my strange, new-found ability to connect to a lot of people. It is as if I own a billboard on the busiest road in Britain. Some seem to think I have a duty to relay their message. Indeed they get quite shirty if I do not, as if I am a public service to which they have every right. Publishers want books mentioned, charities or individuals want good causes pointed to, individuals want their birthdays mentioned and their political campaigns supported: through it all I continue to try to use the service like a good twitterer, balancing public service announcements with the trivial core identity of Twitter. I blather about my day, my likes and my dislikes, I sometimes try to be amusing and I allow my incoherent thoughts to tumble out. I routinely press send without thinking and I often get myself into trouble. That is what Twitter is all about.

But maybe the very fact that I have so many followers now disqualifies me from stating the sort of opinions all others are free to – as if I were a member of the royal family. Lord, what a thought.

The best I can do is hope for a quiet week ahead…

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235 comments on “Poles, Politeness and Politics in the age of Twitter”

  1. Robin Rowlands says:

    Join Stephens Twitter whilst you can!!!

    Robin Rowlands

  2. Robin Rowlands says:

    What is it all about – well its about our children and what kind of world they are going to grow up in.

    If we do nothing then we cant expect anything to happen, even if the other guy tries to fix it, without the help of others what can he achieve.

    The Newspapers and TV Channels can’t go and expose the corrupt political and financial elite unless all of us start the ball rolling.

    Without our engagement and commitment we will leave our children a world in which democracy are little more than lifeless husks.

    The Newspapers and TV Channels are waiting for the public to run with this story so their lawyers will let them cover that engagement and so leak the full story.

    If you dont ask the questions they cant point you to the answers.

    It has always been that way.

    So twitter facebook make it so.

    Robin Rowlands

  3. jswats71@bigpond.com says:

    Hi Stephen

    Just viewed ep. 12 of F series QI ( gets here late in Australia dammit!) and was wanting to add some comments on heart disease and dental disease.
    Although there is a link between periodontal disease and heart disease, it is a manipulation of the stats to say you are twice as likely to get one if you have the other because there are so many confounding factors.
    It seems most likely, according to current research, that host response factors ie. the host inflammatory vascular reaction to comensal bacteria, are the main determinant in the development of both diseases.
    This seems to bring it down to your genes.
    If you are genetically suseceptible to having the agressive inflammatory response to periodontal bacteria, then you are also predisposed to develop atheromatous plaques in your arteries via the same inflammatory mechanism.
    Another quite interesting link has been drawn between women with periodontal disease and low birth weight babies.
    All this if probably v.late and commented on by many dentists already, but it’s great to see current dental research included in the realms of QI.

    Love,love,love QI. Its very frustrating not to have easy access to its exquisiteness.
    John Watson BDSc(WA) FRACDS

  4. michael elmore-meegan says:

    It is sad that because people can be cruel and insensitive they often are. The gutter press so often cause hurt without any thought or reason. What unkindness there is in our world. Mike

  5. william_cain says:

    Hello Mr. Fry,

    My name…er, is actually my username, how convenient!

    I’m a US citizen who has had the pleasure of making several friendships in the United Kingdom, all of whom have directed me to your many endeavors. I’m glad they did so, because I find you’re one of the most genuinely gentlemanly people I have ever had the pleasure to observe. Your wit and talents have given me more confidence to stand up for things I believe in, and I wish I had the opportunity to see you live at some event. I doubt you’ll be in my area, however! Still, I wanted to say that I think your apology here is one of the most heartfelt and unequivocal I have ever read, and I hope it is received by those it was intended to reach.

    From one American fan, all my fond regards.


    William F Cain III

  6. Beanzy says:

    Relax – as the saying goes ‘no one died’ because you blurted something silly.
    I’m sure most people understand and can accept an apology, especially one so well formed.
    It takes a special person to make one, it’d be a bit more special if it was made before the pressure was piled on. :) As you indicated it seems like a case of pride before the fall, rather than anything particularly wrong with coming out with a doofus moment.

    If you’re to take one thing from this incident Stephen, I’d recommend having the apologies as ready as the quips.
    Don’t self censor, just be ready to ask aloud if what you’ve just said/ are about to say is going to hurt anyone. If so is it still justifiable?.
    Beyond that, people get a great deal of good from what you say and how you express it with your spontaneity. So keep spouting away, but just be quick to recant or self question if something you chirp makes you uneasy.

  7. savioursofpop says:

    I think perhaps the issues within the piece are more closely linked than Stephen has made out. My thoughts here http://strategicdigitalthinking.blogspot.com/2009/11/mind-changing.html

  8. Robin Rowlands says:

    I am wary of idealists they all to easily become fanatics,
    most people try to make the most of their lives and seek to advance

    their families
    their neighbours
    their communities
    the world as a whole

    The truth is we are all different, life is in the (and) not the (or)
    My letter is simultaneously the truth and the ultimate sting.

    Ask your doctor about nvcjd or mmr – look in their eyes – just like last time – everyone knows not to look.

    MMR – Our governments knew that children were being sacrificed for the common good (just a few) they looked the other way and as it got ever worse and (the few became many) they could not face what they had done.

    NVCJD – Our governments wanted a modern world they refused to acknowledge or face this horror and in leaving things to happen that they knew were wrong have allowed it to become an abomination.

    Our Governments dont need to find the truth, just the courage to tell us that life can be hard and governments useless that is not a secret.

    The letter – its logic – its D/DA Notice (Government Suppresion) – tell the truth.

    When up against it people tend to pull together, it is a small few who care only for themselves.

    Bad things happen – Denial is not the way forward.

    Holocaust Denial? Steven – Not You – Never
    Whatever the truth you cant find it if you dont look.
    Pull back the Curtains let the light back in.

    Robin Rowlands

  9. Blaker says:

    I fully support what you did to support Stephen Gately and his friends and family, so I’m particularly troubled by your inconsistency in having participated in a discussion on QI with Alan Davies that cruelly took the piss out of people with learning difficulties. I refer to episode 6 from series B wehn you allowed Alan free reign to typify people with learning difficulties as “mad”, trivialising the problems and reinforcing the prejudices they face. Particularly bad when we hear the outcome of the inquest into the death of Fiona Pilkington, driven to gruesome suicide by the incessant bullying by local kids towards her disabled daughter. Were their taunts any worse than those on episode 6, series B? Shouldn’t you be able to understand the consequences of allowing those words (albeit a few years old) to be broadcast today? However there is a chance to redeem yourself. The discussion was about the paralympics and how cheating led to the withdrawal of events for athletes with learning difficutlies. On 21st of this month the Paralympic association meet and part of the agenda is to discuss reintroduction of events for learning disabled athletes. Will you please stand up, admit that conversation was wrong and implore the BBC, Dave, DVD distributors etc to edit it from future reproductions of the episode? Will you write to the paralympic committee and encourage them to do the right thing in time for the London Olympics?
    I sincerely hope you can because I believe it will make a difference.
    You see I still like you even though you allowed bad things to be said – like the man said “consistency is the hobgoblin of the small mind”

  10. garethwild says:

    I’m sure you’re over it now
    I did something similar on a very popular advertising blog
    writing an ill considered response must be a bigger crime than talking/thinking on your feet but again I wasn’t really thinking.

    I seem to be using David Ogilvy’s great advertising quote a lot lately – I think he was talking about focus groups but applies in more general terms too:

    “The consumer does not behave as they say, they do not say what they think and they do not think what they feel.”

  11. Anichka says:

    Dear Stephen

    What you explained is perfectly understandable. You admitted it as your omission in a kind of a kind, sincere and natural way for which you have quite deservedly earned yourself such a huge funbase ( me being one of those, ever since I came to the UK nearly 20years ago, you were probably the only living example of a classical, traditional, conservative and attractive for the kindness and optimism you radiated). There is an issue much worse, I believe, which you may be facing, and that is being put down by the emerging sub-prime tabloid reader/writer bloggers seeking popularity at your expense – in attempts to throw dirt over you to make themselves look good. As old trick as the world…One day your kind would be extinct, and this country will have nothing else to offer. You caught my eye ( or I caught yours) in the Claridges a month ago, where I had a meeting, and you were drinking whatever, and ever since wanted to write with you in mind. Please please do not succumb to the upset caused by the yellow press even if it looks white at times, you are a classy guy, and so should look at that stuff from above. :)

  12. vckymo says:

    Don’t put yourself in the same category as Jan Moir – I take it you read her “apology”?

    Anyway, this line made me chuckle: “Stephen just doesn’t think.” change the Stephen to Vicky and it’s too true! (or even Vcky – I misspelled my own name when I registered, to comment on this, can you believe it?)

  13. tcwp says:

    Stephen and loyal followers of Stephen. I’ve just discovered this site and am terribly happy to be here. Thank you Stephen for hours of pleasure…
    Love, Tina

  14. LadyGirlPerson says:


    I love your mind. I love the breadth and width of all your passions and how you express your feelings. The fact that you are brave enough to use your voice and your words to put honesty into the world is a wonderful gift to all of humanity. I wish more people would just simply say what needs to be said, but only if they could do it and have it invoke the same calm and content feelings that you inspire in others.

    You are such a gentleman and such a charming and dear person that I don’t think that even if you tried to be nasty that it could be very nasty at all. Your very nature betrays the kindness in you puts a gentleness that you cannot get rid of, no matter what words escaped from your mouth or your pen.

    In all of your work, you are one who owns the words. You never inflict words on others. You share. You’re allowed to share, even if it is negative and I don’t think you should apologize for having feelings and opinions of your own.

    I guess what I’m trying to say is that when it comes to you expressing your opinions, you don’t inflict them on anyone. You merely share them and it isn’t an assault. I think you are the one person in the world that could say “I don’t like that” and it wouldn’t feel as if you needed everyone in the room to say “I don’t like that as well.” You’ve a kindness about you that allows for any negativity to have that sort of a bumper on it.

    Don’t judge your “big mouth” for it is nice lovely mouth that has said wonderful things that I find nothing but delight every time I allow myself to immerse myself in something you’ve done or written.

    I am thankful for your big mouth.

    LadyGirlPerson: Jennifer Daniels, Adirondacks, New York, USA

  15. Natsia says:

    I’ve always pitied anyone caught in the public eye, seems freedoms we, the lemmings, take for granted are often denied. Freedom of speech, for these few, isn’t. How many times I’ve put both feet in it without thinking what I was saying while having the luxury (and privilege) of being able to kiss the arse of anyone I’ve offended in private?

  16. troublesome1 says:

    I’m sure it was a piece of professional journalism on her part by getting everyone talking about what she wrote, which is why I think she did it in 1st place. I don;t agree with what she said.

  17. troublesome1 says:

    Stephen don’t be ashamed for being you. You sound like me though which is scary. I too say things without thinking or do things without thinking about consequence, your not alone. I’M cynical too

  18. Wobblesocks says:

    If I may be so bold, you simply need to let yourself off the hook on this one, Mr. Fry. Your ‘gronk’ — for lack of a better term — is far outweighed by all of your useful and caring statements made on the abundant cluster of other subjects. We’re similar in our enjoyment of talking, of communicating, and the joys and jazzes it brings our minds and spirits. Sometimes we all lay an egg. It’s because you care so much about people that you are offended by the notion that you may have yourself offended someone else. Never apologize for that — it makes you a better, and more human, person. Write a poem or sing a song — such are far better uses of your time than regret.
    P.S. In the cause of moving on to other things, I must mention that I think ‘The Hippopotamus’ is one of the best novels I have ever read. Period. Cheers.

  19. jenmass77 says:

    Anyone who is a small town hick or a famous person says things that they wish could be taken back. People get so frustrated or angry they blurt things without thinking. Unfortunately because you are in the public eye it menas that things can be said or written that turn something in to a shitstorm.

    All that one can really do is appologize and move on, hoping that in time things will be ok. Trust me , I too have stuck my foot in my mouth more than once.

  20. Robin Rowlands says:

    Shaved it too close and had nasty scrape with Iceberg.STOP
    Have made running repairs and am back in action – fully oprational.STOP
    The Artistic Mind….

    Robin Rowlands

  21. hairatwork says:

    when i say things without thinking, and believe me there have been many
    eg; saying to someone your wife needs a white stick and a guide dog later i found out his wife was blind……
    what else can you do or say to change the past…..
    i have found the perfect phrase…
    “oh fuck , shit , bollocks and piss.
    it has helped me out many a time, if on camera you might just say whoops, it means the same thing .
    hope this helps x

  22. Robin Rowlands says:

    Well Q
    We wait to see how quickly Joe P takes to realise that our little dance, is something different.
    We who are members of the rocketeers diaper club, know that “when you got to go – you got to go”.
    However for the moment I am waiting for the Universe to twist just so.

  23. random_bod says:

    Dear Mr. Fry,

    It is a joy to me that you are such an erudite humanist commentator.

    Most everything you encounter is recorded and commented upon, without guile or a vinegarey agenda.

    You appear to be a good man documenting what he sees in an accessible way. For that simplicity I am so grateful.

    Thank you.

  24. MichelleFrost says:

    Ah dear… another victim of the Fourth Monkey. ;-)

    Rarely heard of(ok, invented by me so NEVER heard of beyond my blog) the Fourth Monkey sits behind the famous three… with his paw/foot in his mouth.

    I’ve been a victim of the Fourth Monkey Tango (danced on one foot) all my life.

    Seriously… I suspect the most appalling part of being in the Media is knowing that anything you say can and will be held against you. I’m so greateful my clanging comment moments are usually shared in front of small select groups rather than the world at large.

    And so sad how the media always latch onto the stupid comment and ignore the things said worth remembering.

    Best Regards and wishes for a futute where more media time is spent on the other three monkeys. ;-)

  25. Robin Rowlands says:

    Well Step Hen,
    Life is rather peculiar at the moment – everybody is reading and nobody is reacting – funny thing that – most peculiar –
    and there I was hoping to wrap the fish and chips!!!

  26. Robin Rowlands says:

    Not sure how we proceed from here – carefully I suppose…
    Neither too fast or too slow. Certainly Christmas is a time for the family…
    Politics can wait for the New Year, a traditional time for making promises we cant or wont keep…
    As for myself and my family we will finish what we started and take the rough with the smooth…
    Not so naive or foolish as to think it could be any other way…

    As ever caught between common sense and common decency…

  27. Herring House Trust says:

    My comment on the politics artical shall be brief: Don’t beat yourself up Mr Fry, your’re only human we all mess up at sometime!

    Now to the serious business . . . . I hope that Stephen get’s to read the information below and can offer us some support. I will leave this letter in the hope that I can reach the real Mr Fry!

    Herring House Trust – Re-build 2010. Charity No: 1057387

    [Producer note: Please contact the normal way and not via this blog. Details are available in Contact Us. x Andrew]

  28. bb_mke says:

    It’s okay. Take your time. Do what you must. Just get your arse back to Bones ASAP. :)

    Bridget in Milwaukee.

  29. Flavia says:

    I suppose it is too late to point out that Auschwitz was put in Poland precisely because it was Poland. Let’s put it another way: it was Poland where Jews, returning from the camps to try to move back into their houses, were hanged.

    I am willing to bet that you, Mr. Fry, subconsciously picked up on a truth that is as ugly as the Holocaust itself; I am sorry that you couldn’t defend yourself better & had to suffer for it.

  30. libithina says:

    sorry Stephen but this comment was meant for your other post about writing your book, which I have now placed I mis clicked however as to your reference to ‘Big Mouth’ I endorsed and backed you all the way as to the distasteful Moir article and one can only hope that yes, at some point in time the writer may indeed revisit and ponder and search within .. as to you my lovely Stephen carry on having the courage to speak out and speak your mind, I salute you! peace out Lib xx

  31. hasyourmothersoldhermangle says:

    I ALWAYS say things without thinking. A lot of the time my words are well-intentioned but are received badly. People make mistakes and anyone who has read an interview with you or seen you on the old telebox will know that you didn’t mean to offend. Here’s a wonderful quote which I thought quite fitting. I hope it will provide you with some solace or at least raise a smile:

    “No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.” ~ Henry Brooks Adams, The Education of Henry Adams, 1907

    Damn those slippery slippery words!

    All the best, Sarah in t’Yorkshire.

  32. Foody says:

    I can’t beliEEEEEve I have stumbled upon Stephen Fry’s blog!
    Can people follow this blog? I am looking for the word “follow” to click on but where is it?

  33. thinkman says:

    Oh happy day. It was just by accident (or good fortune) that I happened on one of my favorite people in the whole wide world – the illustrious Stephen Fry. Yes, this is indeed a happy day for me. I don’t know how many times I’ve watched the duo of Stephen and Hugh Laurie… Let’s just say, “Way too many for a sane man”.

    Your Uberfan and fellow Apple Fanboy,
    David Garon

  34. tallshadow says:

    Hello fellow LGBT’r,

    I loved you with Craig Ferguson tonight! I needed that kind of show tonight. Craig has been getting too Jr. High dick jokey lately I wasn’t going to watch..then saw that you were going to be on. I know I’m not his demographic so I understand.
    This lesbo of nearly 51 has been a fan of both of you for years.
    Thank you for sharing your Bipolar struggle.
    I care for my 93 year old mentaly deteriating mom. We used to go dancing and she wouds say ” your club tonight or mine?” All the lesbos would adoopt her as there owm mom.
    Now, I learn daily on how to deal with her as her memory fades and the converstions change.Sometimes I have to say “I’ll be right back” so I can go cry without her knowing. Her humor still exists. I tease her daily especially while I change her. She keeps thanking me for helping her so I distract her with goofiness and impersonations of actors of the past and comedians she loves…I say…” you look marvelous!”..and she says…ohhh..sure…”. I am so grateful to have her still everyday. Crying is a good thing. I call it an emotional pee. “I pee therefore I am!”

    I look forward to seeing you enjoy many..many…more acting adventures.

    Love You!

  35. Matt Mosley says:

    Hello Stephen,

    If you’re wanting to see who Twitter voters are wanting to see as PM and which party is getting the most noise check:


    That is all.

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