John Harris had a piece in yesterday's Guardian which is essentially flogging his new book, but seemed to describe the Word Massive to a tee:

If you don't suffer from this completely benign condition, you probably know someone who does, and their giveaway symptoms: most obviously, long conversations about, say, the right and wrong varieties of electric guitar, the history of the rock haircut, and the strange backstage demands of international recording artists. In plenty of cases, with their minds brimming with such thoughts, overqualified obsessives get the urge to take low-paid jobs in record shops, doting fathers beat a retreat to the loft conversion, and otherwise sensible adults spend hours shouting at each other in the pub.

Needs updating for 2009 with 'otherwise sensible adults spend hours shouting at each other on blogs and via Twitter', but otherwise...