Saturday, July 26, 2008

less is more?

It's the ultimate in laziness blogging other people's writing. Apart from my best friend Maria, who blogs beautiful short stories on occasion, I secretly think it's a bit of a cop-out for writing your own original thoughts. But I understand the appeal, hence I'm doing it now. Basically, it's called To Lazy To Add To (can never remember where the period goes). I hate de.lici.ous. Maybe this is due to the fact that I probably don't tag things correctly - whereas my friend Mark is sensible and only uses a selection of maybe 30 tags, I've created about 200 and they're all equally random and arcane. Anyways, no pomp and circumstance about this little gem, which I reckon I got off the Guardian website. Nor do I have anything to add that isn't self-evident.

Less news in American newspapers

Almost two-thirds of American newspapers publish less foreign news than they did just three years ago, nearly as many print less national news, and despite increasing demands on newsrooms - like blogs and video - most of them have smaller staffs, according to a study by the Pew Research Centre and Tyler Marshall, a former foreign correspondent for the Los Angeles Times. Based on a written survey of editors at 259 newspapers plus interviews with some of them, you'll find more about its findings here.

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Thursday, July 24, 2008

do you want a shipment of chocolate? My pajamas are blue

Hi people I seem to be head out of the asshole that is called periodical journalism. Don't get me wrong, an intensive course appeals to my lack of patience, but it was hard-going, and as I lay on my bed for an hour listening to a radio play on Radio 4, the time and ease felt like a hard-won bliss. So back to work. or pseudo work. Was looking at a job going at the National Archives, which is all the lovely information available from the Freedom of Information Act and there was a page that translated certain messages using a French cipher. I only got as far as invisible ink in my lifetime. * encrypted message
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Latitude: Overheard Conversations Part 4

I went to Latitude Festival in Suffolk last weekend and came out slightly less narrow-minded.

Being a fan of electronic and dance music, I really didn't think I'd get on with this crowd, where rock and indie music reigned supreme but low-and-behold, there were other delights including a literary tent, comedy (I couldn't really get away with calling it a tent), poetry, films, and theatre. And even pink sheep. 

I danced outside a disco shed, got all of Glenn's friends dressed up in my clothing in a swap-o-rama rave, attacked a man with a giant inflatable banana, watched a gay cabaret of men dressed up in gold lame thongs and serious amounts of glitter, bumped into a good friend who'd been a zombie with the Royal Shakespeare Company, and had some good clean fun. oh yeah, and also seeing Ross Noble lead 3000 people in a mass conga down the hill, go up to the veggie stand and all ask for sausage rolls.

Thanks to Glenn's friend Guy for finding this. Number 9 is my personal favorite.

Latitude: Overheard Conversations Part 4

2008-07-20 20:27:24

The good folk of Latitude are becoming more lucid and lyrical, as guest blogger Terry Staunton has discovered...


1. "I've embraced the concept of time, it's just that I'm not very good at telling it right now."

2. "Buying a brownie from an unshaven man in a field requires a leap of faith I'm not prepared to take."

3. "Unless you're fully committed to shitting, you'd be better off following me to the piss tent."

4. "The thing about being friends with Tap is that no matter how many drugs you take, you'll never reach his level of banality."

5. "My dad's off his face again, but at least he's nowhere near his Van Morrison CDs."

6. "That poet was talking about having a rhyming dictionary. Isn't that cheating? What a fuckin' fraud."

7. "I'm going to an STD clinic when I get home. I'm sure I've caught something off that toilet seat."

8. "Heart Of Glass got me through my exams, losing my virginity and leaving home. Their later stuff was bollocks, though."

9. "Seriously, I thought it was called Ricky Pedia. I assumed it was a bloke with a really popular MySpace page."

10. "I love it here. I was worried that it might be overrun by the sandals and henna brigade, but I can cope with them when they're a healthy minority."




The posh guy in the family camping area being huckled (admittedly quite heavy-handedly)by security shouting "I am not a violent man I'm a civil servant"!


Two men arguing outside my tent in the small hours and one shouted: "you've got your bum up your own arsehole!" i still have no idea what it means

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Wednesday, July 23, 2008


Read this in the headlines at the Press Gazette - this is what I call lucky. Drunk texting AND getting money for it. Excellent precedent. Sub editor sacked over text messages wins £20k payout

A local newspaper chief sub-editor has won £20,000 for being wrongfully dismissed after he drunkenly sent a personal late-night text message to a female junior colleague.

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