Some boys grow up – not Morgan and Clarkson
They may be childish and petty, but these two have become media giants, writes Ruth Dudley Edwards
As a child, I acquired a lifelong devotion to that fictional hero, William Brown, who, in the imagination of his devotees, is forever cavorting with his gang of Outlaws, creating hilarious mayhem in his blameless suburban neighbourhood, fighting with the cowardly HubertLaneites and upsetting the bourgeoisie at every turn.
I thought of William as I tried to understand the broadcasters and journalists Jeremy Clarkson and Piers Morgan, who are at present taking their feud to new levels of childishness in the press and in social media.
Yah boo sucks, Clarkson's "a pot-bellied, petrol-smelling twerp", shouts Morgan in his Mail on Sunday column. Nyah, nyah, nyah, "he's a ghastly little weasel", bellows Clarkson in the Sunday Times.