We’ve all suffered it: the wedding reception when the rumble of small-talk has replaced the clatter of crockery being cleared away. The glass pings, almost politely, and he rises to his feet surveying the seated guests in much the same way as Christopher Lee eyed the maiden’s neck in the old Dracula movies. This is the best man and it’s time for his shot at glory: the speech! He looks confidently at his wife, but rather than smile encouragement, she decides that the tablecloth needs her undivided attention. It’s not a good… Read More
If It Bleeds It Leads I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but all the improvements in modern communication haven’t been reflected in the standard of journalism. Whilst I admit that the public attention span has shortened along with the advent of instant access, I still wonder why those of us who prefer a bit of depth in our news are force-fed facile sensationalism with our morning tea. Most of the current crop seems to have graduated from the 19th century ‘penny dreadful’ school of journalism. The front page is strictly reserved for… Read More
I am not happy. In fact I am decidedly unhappy. Whilst having a brief look at my eighty four Facebook friends last week – eighty four, that doesn’t sound very many, should I have more, some people have hundreds – I noticed that at least 3 were missing. I have been de-friended, without so much as an argument, an ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ conversation, or even a farewell note. How rude is that?! I updated my FB status that day and mentioned my sorrow and bewilderment at the loss and received… Read More
I must confess to being more of a concert programme type than a talk-back radio fan, but needs must when it comes to writing about a slice of the media that amounts to little more than a call-free kangaroo court with one judge and thousands of jurors, none of whom could honestly include the word impartial in their vocabulary. The few hours I spent listening to the outpourings of bigotry, racism and sheer despair were fascinating to the point of addiction. The whole thing is brilliantly orchestrated for presentation to an audience… Read More
How many people does it take to run a small back street pub in the north of England? I understand there’s shift work involved, they do lunches (sandwiches and hotpots) and the hours are long, but does it really need Liz, Steve, Becky, Kieran, Michelle, Sean and Betty to serve on average eight customers per shift at the Rovers Return?