May I call you Andy? Hey Andy - you truly are suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune these last few days, aren't you, brother? (See how I threw in that Shakespeare reference there? I did that because you're British. Now that we've bonded, I shall proceed.)
Yeah, make one snarky comment about a singer being a "chubby bundle of puppy-fat" in your opera review, and suddenly everybody says you're, like, this bad guy or something.
I know the real problem, Drew. (Can I also call you Drew? Thanks.) You're not "bad"; you just "lack perspective.
I'm here to give it to you. Observe the following images carefully. Take notes.
THIS IS A CHUBBY BUNDLE OF PUPPY-FAT
THIS IS TARA ERRAUGHT
SEE THE DIFFERENCE?
There's no need to thank me, An. (Can I call you An?) Tell you what: the next time you're in Newport News, VA, you can buy me a pint at my local tavern and we'll have a couple of laughs.