The Philly Daily News wins a Pulitzer.
This probably will mean nothing when they get auctioned off later this month because journalism doesn't mean anything to genius of the market; only the ability to generate cash does.
13 April 2010
08 April 2010
Oh to be Danish....
...because in Denmark unionised workers only strike over the most important of issues; access to beer!
Election 2010 - day 2 - the papers have more
Let's start out there to the right, shall we? The Daily Mail harrumphs its way through an article suggesting that almost all the jobs created in the past 12 years have gone to bloody foreigners! (Not sure if Scots are included....) Before anyone blames me by the way you should note that I arrived in 1993.
Meanwhile The Sun, which also features an article about those thieving foreigners, has let their readership vote on whether to bring back hanging. Surprisingly only 43% said "yes". Except additional polls soon about drawing and quartering (although the last one will probably confuse the average Sun reader as it involves maths).
Elsewhere the Torygraph continues to accuse El Gordo of waging war on business, possibly by refusing to give business absolutely everything that they want.
Surprisingly Rupert's Times commissioned a poll that tells us that the voters don't think Posh Boy is ready. (We needed a poll for this?)
The Indie reports that the founder of the pink Tories has announced that he is voting Labour. This might have something to do with old Tory bigotry and B&B's.
The Grauniad does some actual reporting and discovers that the Conservatives' adviser on the £12 billion in spending cuts they plan to make runs a health company that stands to gain from NHS cutbacks. If only there were some word to describe this sort of behaviour.
The Mirror followed Posh Boy to Bolton where he was not greeted with much love by the workers at a bakery. He is quoted as saying “the good news from your point of view is the first few times when I opened it, after having obeying every instruction, there just seemed to be a bit of mush at the bottom". It is not entirely clear if he was discussing the Tory manifesto or his experiences with a bread baking machine.
And, last but definitely not least, once again The Star says "Election? What election?" Tits still on page three.
Meanwhile The Sun, which also features an article about those thieving foreigners, has let their readership vote on whether to bring back hanging. Surprisingly only 43% said "yes". Except additional polls soon about drawing and quartering (although the last one will probably confuse the average Sun reader as it involves maths).
Elsewhere the Torygraph continues to accuse El Gordo of waging war on business, possibly by refusing to give business absolutely everything that they want.
Surprisingly Rupert's Times commissioned a poll that tells us that the voters don't think Posh Boy is ready. (We needed a poll for this?)
The Indie reports that the founder of the pink Tories has announced that he is voting Labour. This might have something to do with old Tory bigotry and B&B's.
The Grauniad does some actual reporting and discovers that the Conservatives' adviser on the £12 billion in spending cuts they plan to make runs a health company that stands to gain from NHS cutbacks. If only there were some word to describe this sort of behaviour.
The Mirror followed Posh Boy to Bolton where he was not greeted with much love by the workers at a bakery. He is quoted as saying “the good news from your point of view is the first few times when I opened it, after having obeying every instruction, there just seemed to be a bit of mush at the bottom". It is not entirely clear if he was discussing the Tory manifesto or his experiences with a bread baking machine.
And, last but definitely not least, once again The Star says "Election? What election?" Tits still on page three.
07 April 2010
Election 2010 - the papers speak!
The Daily Mail calls out Labour for declaring class war on Posh Boy. (Special bonus Richard Littlejohn edition: the Shadow Home Secretary may think that gay boys shouldn't stay at B&Bs but it's the damn lefties' fault. Mr. Littlejohn shall hereafter be known as the "Voice of Reason".
The Torygraph informs us that politicians lie. This is what passes as scintillating political analysis at the paper these days apparently.
The Indie hints that El Gordo is counting on a hung parliament and is already chatting up Nick Clegg.
Rupert's Times tells us that El Gordo has declared war on business and the source for this allegation is, of course, the Tory Party!
Rupert's other, less cerebral publication, the must esteemed Sun announces the arrival of D-Dave. As of yet no cape and his pants are still on the inside.
The Grauniad explores in some depth El Gordo's roots as a typical middle class nearly English working class Presbyterian Scot.
Last but not least The Daily Star metaphorically asks: "Election? What election? Tits on Page 3!"
The Torygraph informs us that politicians lie. This is what passes as scintillating political analysis at the paper these days apparently.
The Indie hints that El Gordo is counting on a hung parliament and is already chatting up Nick Clegg.
Rupert's Times tells us that El Gordo has declared war on business and the source for this allegation is, of course, the Tory Party!
Rupert's other, less cerebral publication, the must esteemed Sun announces the arrival of D-Dave. As of yet no cape and his pants are still on the inside.
The Grauniad explores in some depth El Gordo's roots as a typical middle class nearly English working class Presbyterian Scot.
Last but not least The Daily Star metaphorically asks: "Election? What election? Tits on Page 3!"
06 April 2010
So what are you doing on the 6th of May?
As predicted el Gordo may a quick trip round the palace this morning and has called a general election for four weeks time. Let the sliming and lying begin.
The race is likely to be amusing even if none of the candidates inspire.
The race is likely to be amusing even if none of the candidates inspire.
05 April 2010
Fasten your seat belts
Unless he surprises us the Prime Minister will set the date of the general election tomorrow and, against the odds, it seems it be a dog fight. The Tories remain their own worst enemies with Cameron nought but a cypher behind a smile, the baggage that is Lord Ashcroft and the fact that when you scratch these "New Tories" they're the same old thing not very far below the surface. It should be fun.
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