Interviews and overshares

Frances Bean, Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain

One of the interesting things about the fallout from this hacking scandal is that it’s made a lot of people re-examine issues of integrity in the press.

Over the past couple of weeks, the Guardian has (rightly) accused the other papers of being crass about Amy Winehouse, The Times‘s readers reacted with outrage after it published the Facebook updates of the as-yet-uncharged suspect in the hospital poisonings case, and in another post the paper complained about the giant amount of bulls*** that goes into the interview process. Overall, what people want is fairness and honesty. Continue reading

Today’s inspiration: YOU!

One of the joys of “web 2.0” is the snippets of snark we get to enjoy from some of the wittier reader comments. Readers leaving feedback on newspaper sites seem to be on particularly good form this week.

First up, reader Jambon at The Times was alarmed by reports that police were called to Longleat, stately home of the 79 year-old Marquess of Bath, when a fight broke out between two of his girlfriends over whose turn it was to sleep with him:

“Oh dear – he looks like a scruffy badger who has been dragged backwards through a hedge.”

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Why I gave money to Rupert Murdoch on the same day I campaigned against him

I finally caved today and subscribed to The Times website. The venerable newspaper put its site behind a paywall, which most people thought was a pretty bad idea, until they realised one thing about The Times: once you go without it for long enough, you miss it and want it back.

I’ve never been an avid Times reader – more of a Guardian or Independent type by nature – but even though the Indescribablyboring (as Private Eye used to call it) used to claim the centre ground, it’s really just a Liberal Democrat version of the Guardian, and if you read both and nothing else eventually all the handwringing and bleating just gets a bit … much.

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The Last Laugh

“What the hell is WRONG with you people?”

The comment sliced through the internet forum like a knife. People had been giggling at photographs of fans at a sci-fi convention posing awkwardly with their idols. The jokes – some cruel, some offbeat – focussed on how socially awkward each autograph-hunter looked with the actors in their practiced poses. Nerds laughing at nerds.

The forumite raged that the kid clearly had learning difficulties – what kind of monster laughs at that? You could almost hear the shuffling of feet; almost see the downcast gazes of shame.

So, last night, Ricky Gervais presented the Golden Globes. He’ll likely never work again – in Hollywood at least – but that’s not the tragedy here.

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