Artistic licence: Everyone’s a critic

He was drunk, abrasive and, unfortunately, standing right next tome. ‘‘Your review of DJ Shadow was complete nonsense,” he shouted in my ear. ‘‘That album was genius. Genius!”

I protested several times that I hadn’t written the review, but it didn’t matter. The man was off on a rant about critics and the problem of me not having written his most hated review of recent times was immaterial.

I had been introduced to ...