Another brain bites the snap or . . .

. . . was it just plain attention seeking by Winsor Dobbin, I leave you dear readers with the crystal-clear thinking brain, to decide.

The Twitter-induced spat between celebrity (and I use this term quite liberally) chef George Calombaris and freelance journo Winsor Dobbin made it to the broadsheets, courtesy of Dobbin.

Seriously, I am on Calombaris side.

First of all, he's cute and cuddly, and cute and cuddly people can do no wrong in my book, so there.

Okay, Calombaris does have a tendency to rock on his toes when he is in front of a camera, but I think that's kinda kinkily cute.

Secondly, who the hell Dobbin thinks he is? He might be a journo who can speak English and French and have an understanding of Dutch, German and Italian, and have an axe to grind with the Lethlean's story, so bloody what? You just don't go around making a point by spitting at a(nother) dummy.

Thirdly, why are supermarket chains made out to be bogeymen these days? Do we really have to chop down tall and big poppies in order to feel good about ourselves? Are all these dumbing down really necessary for the Australian working families? And do we really believe our local butchers get their meat from a different abattoir from the supermarket chains?

What a moron.