What a load of poop

Sir,
What a load of nauseating poop (to use Nirpal Dhaliwal’s own choice of words). Why would the Cyprus Mail want to subject its readers to such narcissistic codswallop as it did on Friday, April 27 under the guise of ‘commentary’? Had it been earlier in the month, I would have thought Mr Dhaliwal to be the April Fool.

When someone writes for the world to read how their marriage has broken up and how they are coping, one would expect this piece to invoke sympathy, sadness or perhaps inspiration but I just felt puzzled.

I think Mr Dhaliwal was right in concluding that the extraordinary amount of dog poop in his squalid new flat (pass the tissues, after twice committing adultery, he had to leave the luxurious town house he shared with this wife, which, by the way, looks like was hers to be begin with as he said he moved from his mum’s house, to his wife’s), was not a metaphor for his current situation, but instead, may I suggest a possible metaphor for the way he has apparently left a lot of poop and a great stink all over other people’s lives.

He makes a tender mention of the possibility of become a father one day – pass me the bucket. Surely, it’s questionable as to whether someone whose self-esteem can be raised by the attention of a gay guy rubbing his butt against him “like a rutting baboon” in a busy Soho bar, should be procreating at all.

Further, Mr Dhaliwal’s idea of a relationship seems to a woman who wants to do the ‘rutting baboon’ thing. I have nothing against ‘rutting’ per se but surely, a guy who wants a family may well be looking for other things in a woman?

Perhaps in this case, a period of reflection in a place of natural beauty and solitude may help Mr Dhaliwal cut the apron strings and grow up.

Either way, let’s hope he’s not ‘rutting’ anyone you or I know anytime soon.
M Woodward, Oroklini