Restaurant critic Giles Coren's nasty emails, foul-mouthed and excoriating, are so over the top that they're hilarious, especially if you've ever worked as a writer and have ever been edited by someone who didn't know what they were doing. Coren basically takes the nastygram you'd write to be therapeutic but immediately delete, ups the asshole factor by a factor of ten, and then actually presses send:
The joke is gone. I only wrote that sodding paragraph to make that joke. And you've fucking stripped it out like a pissed Irish plasterer restoring a renaissance fresco and thinking jesus looks shit with a bear so plastering over it. You might as well have removed the whole paragraph. I mean, fucking christ, don't you read the copy?