Being slagged off on the internet is so strange. Cathedral of Shit is a rather bitchy art blog that I enjoy reading. The anonymous author found some random online piece I wrote the intro (not interview) for Dazed in 2009 I think for some sponsored section and proclaimed my crapness. To be honest I would never have imagined they knew of my existence.
This is not the first time this has happened to me - The Guardian online is my favourite location for public humiliation. I always wonder if people would actually be like this in real life. 'Hi nice to meet you. You're shit'. Charlie Brooker wrote about it all once.