Is the Metro the New Grauniad?
When I went to Coventry, I found a Metro newspaper with two bad spelling mistakes in headlines.
- Chesterfield was spelt Chersterfield.
- Exercise was spelt Excercise.
The Grauniad lives!
Should We Charge Free Newspapers For the Mess they Create?
As I travel the country, I notice piles of free newspapers everywhere. Everyone just seems to discard them in the street or on the train.
So should they be taxed, to pay for their disposal. I think they could be a worse menace than plastic bags. At least they can be reused!
W H Smith on BBC Breakfast
I was pleased that many of the viewers to BBC Breakfast had similar views to me this morning about W H Smith. Especially, about their dishing out all sorts of bits if unwanted paper. I don’t like their involvement with The Health Lottery either.
No Times in Gillingham
Gilli ngham was beginning to get on my nerves by the time I left this morning. I tried to buy my daily copy of The Times, but one shop didn’t have it and the other two didsn’t accept my voucher. W H Smith was closed.
It didn’t seem to be a town worth a second visit, especially as the away supporters didn’t have the luxury of a roof.
I was glad to get on my way to St. Pancras.
Gillingham is certainly in the running for this week’s prize dump.
The Daily Express Annoys Their Jewish and Muslim Readers
According to the BBC this morning, the Express is giving away a voucher for a free gammon steak today.
I would link to the Express, but as when you access that website, it opens another window selling the viewer something he or she doesn’t want, I won’t. I wonder how many others hate that practice with as much venom as I do?
I did find the details on the excellent Money Saving Expert website. Here is what you get.
Just spotted the add in todays paper
Weekday paper is 45p, Saturday 70p, Sunday £1
Get from Budgens & Londis
Saturday – Gammon Steaks
Monday – Crumpets
Tuesday – Natural Yoghurt
Wednesday – Pack of Wagon Wheels
Thursday – Ocean Spray Cranberry & Blueberry Drink
Friday – Quaker Porridge Oats
What a wonderfully balanced diet! Especially for a coeliac like me. Cranberries are also banned if you’re on Warfarin.
They didn’t mention that you could tear the newspaper into squares and use it for toilet paper.
My Place in The Sun
I was in The Sun yesterday, just under Pippa Middleton at the bottom of page 29. Under the headine, He Choos He Scores, it said the following.
Londoner James Miller, 64, will use trains and buses to visit 92 Football League grounds in alphabetical order in 29 days.
Not strictly true, as I’m allowing myself the 31 days of October, but they obviously didn’t have any more space.
C once appeared on page 3 in The Sun. A case involving a saucy farmer, where she was defending the two women, who attacked him, was published many years ago.
Virgin’s Bare-Faced Cheek!
Today’s Evening Standard ia wrapped in an advert for Virgin Media. Many were just tearing it off and using it as litter.
But the thing I objected to was this on the back.
Our repair team won’t take your money.
Well not directly, but if you haven’t got a landline because of a fault, and you have to use a more expensive mobile phone, isn’t that costing you money.
Hopefully, I’ll have got rid of the shower in a few weeks.
I have submitted a complaint to the ASA.
This was my description of the complaint.
The advert contains the wording “our repair team won’t take your money.”
About the 1st of August my landline with Virgin Media failed. I have used my mobile phone to make several calls to them to try to get it fixed. They did once. but it failed a couple of days later.
So their repair team, hasn’t taken my money directly, but in practice I have been charged quite a bit in trying to get an adequate response from Virgin Media. I have done what any sane man, who has lost his wife and son to cancer would do and cancelled. I have a feeling that my anger is so great that it caused Richard Branson’s house on Necker to burn down. I am of course sorry if it did, as I wish him, his family or his companies no harm, other than what they are due because they have offended against various codes.
Let’s see what happens.
Tearing Newspapers
I like to take bits out of the paper to bring home, so I can read them later and perhaps comment on them.
But newspapers now seem to be made from such poor quality paper you can’t seem to tear them cleanly.
A butler certainly wouldn’t be able to iron and fold The Times, so that Lord Muck could get the Court and Social page on the front, just as the paper used to be laid out.
We Need Rebekah’s Law
Popbitch is starting a campagn, so that we can all know if we have any former red-top editors living near us. Here’s the gist.
Rarely does Popbitch get on its soapbox
but recent events have stirred us up.
Inspired by the News of the World, we
demand the right for the public to know
if there are any ex-News International
execs living near us.
As the NOTW once said on its cover
“Everyone in Britain has a sex offender
living within one mile of their home”.
This is surely just as true of ex-
News of the World editors too.
And, like Mrs Brooks, we vow to name and
shame any politician who impedes our
crusade for tougher laws against
former red-top editors.
We need… Rebekah’s Law!
Come on, join our campaign.
It’s what she would have wanted.
I’m now getting very much towards feeling that all of this tabloid wrongdoing is all rather irrelevant and that stories like the multiple killings in Stockport and the financial problems in the eurozone are much more important.
I certainly won’t be venturing anywhere near Stockport or Greece in the near future.
Ed Milliband Ignores The Internet
According to one of my favourite columnists, Sathnam Sangera, Small Brain wants to introduce new media rules. But what is he going to do about the increasing power of the Internet? Probably nothing! Although many would like all Internet-connected computers to have a government spy system in them! As Sathnam says, in a few years time, there won’t be too many journalists.
But let’s hope there are lots of entertaining columnists and bloggers.
The Anonymous Widower 