Self-regarding, self-pitying shite.

It has already been commented on to death, but I can't let this piece of self-pitying, utterly delusional piece of written onanism pass without comment. In particular, this bit had me simultaneously aghast and outraged:

These days, I am lucky if I earn £500 a week as a writer.

£500? £500? You're fucking lucky that you earn £5 a month given your writing reads like the nasal whining of a spoilt materialistic teenager whose grip on reality is practically non-existent.