As such they are the current defenders of Britain's literary heritage; not that you'd know it.
A series of recent pre-Christmas TV ads is promoting a bunch of dreary, lacklustre, self-promo, ghost-written, junior Z list celeb's so-called autobiographies, all of which make me want to vomit.
Epitomising this rush for dim-wit cash, is glamour model 'Jordan', aka Katie Price. Proof that a size 48DD chest (is there such a thing?) is far more important than the ability to read and write if you wish to claim a Christmas best-seller.
Amongst my blogger friends (and elsewhere) are those who work really hard at their writing. It makes me mad that some twit can become rich and famous simply because of their surgically enhanced 'threepenny bits'.
Go on Katie; spell autobiography... Er... is it O R T A B Y O G R I F F E E?... Yes, well done Katie. Here, take the money!!