It's all a tiny bit sad really isn't it? The lynch-mob, flaming torches in hand, baying at the gates of RG towers for execution, blood and vengeance because a writer whose opinion and omission of trivial info already publsihed previously in the mag somehow rubbed them up the wrong way. "He had the temerity to come on here, try and defend himself, and call a few people silly names (Oh my word! Swearies!)."
And then the mob continue in his absence to call him more silly names (Lorks! More Swearies! Ooo the hypocrisy!), sling more frankly borderline libellous comments, and stalk his and other forums and various web archives for more dirty laundry on on said writer (that most of us already know and about and to be honest coudn't really give a fig about dragging up again), bragging how much they'll enjoy it when RG goes down the pan, full of their own self-importance that they'll be the ones to have rained fire, brimstone and apocalypse down on a humble little retro publication from the UK.
And meanwhile, elsewhere on the net, Stu's 'Definitive' series of articles is being voted the favourite feature in the magazine by the majority of its readers. Crikey, what's a humble retro editor supposed to do?