"Laughter staggers on..."

I'm not trying to be clever here, but i'm really struggling to read the article! It's all over the place - not sure I get what's being said. Ok, it's been a long couple of days and therefore a glass of wine or two but i'm sure many 15 year olds could have written a more explanatory and concise piece?

Err, sorry,

Phil

Compelled to agree Phil. Perhaps the editor of the piece enjoys red wine too.

Still, it's good to know the prime halfwit is having it stuck to him.

Kudos for using a Magazine lyric for the thread title though...

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Originally posted by droodzilla:
Kudos for using a Magazine lyric for the thread title though...

Ha! There's few like us, and they're all deed!!!

Agree with Phil. Poor piece of journalism. Told me nothing.
Don

Agreed, Phil & Don. Rubbish, poorly-written and edited.

But not as piss-poor as this piece of whiney Spartist garbage, also from the Graun:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/comm...true#end-of-comments

The Guardian is losing £100,000 a day. Yet they pay people money to write and commission this sort of ill-thought-out, badly-written dreck?

Don't know what you're complaining about. Seems cogent to me.

Perhaps you're a "Dacre-ist" yourself...

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Originally posted by Mike Dudley:
Don't know what you're complaining about. Seems cogent to me.

Perhaps you're a "Dacre-ist" yourself...

Dunno what the others think Mike, but the Mail is terrible. Dacre as an editor once had the incisive brilliance of his mentor David English, but his paper is now largely self-parodic. It's full of grumpy old Bufton-Tuftons asking "Why Oh Why?", increasingly desperate attacks on the BBC and shreiking menopausal hags attacking other women.

And any rag which pays that smug bully Richard Littlejohn £1m a year has to be regarded as suspect.

Surely it's a spoof article?

Just read it again because I didn't beleive it first time.

I can only assume that it was printed as a favour to some friend of the ed' who had an idiot child in journalist school.

Or there are compromising Photo's about.

Back in the '90's, Richard Littlejohn had a short-lived chat show on the box. This was in the days before the "1 minute edit time lag".

On the particular occasion of which I'm thinking, he had Michael Winner as his first guest, followed by Linda Bellos (a gay, black media presence of the era) and her partner as his second.

The first half went by pleasantly enough with Winner doing his emmollient restaurant critic "bon viveur" schtick.

When the second half hove into view, the discussion was about the rights and wrongs of gay couples adopting children, which at the time was considered barely post-taboo as a subject. How Richard Littlejohn must have been salivating before the programme - you can just imagine.

Anyway, the "interview" went much as you'd expect until after a while, Littlejohn turn to Michael Winner and said "What do you think, Michael?"

To which he got the reply: "Well, I think the lesbians have come across with a great deal of intelligence, dignity and good humour, whereas you have just come across as an arsehole".

Something for which, despite crappy films, I will defend him until the last ditch.

Forgive him the adverts, we've all got to make a living.

Mike

I remember that show. And, like you, I admire Winner for that gesture (if not much else) to this day.

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Originally posted by mongo:
Just read it again because I didn't beleive it first time.

I can only assume that it was printed as a favour to some friend of the ed' who had an idiot child in journalist school.

Or there are compromising Photo's about.

Which piece Mongo? The Peter Watt one or the "critique" of Mad Men?

The Mad Men article.

How can such a thing be printed without some sort of coercion?

As for the quality of the 'writing' well... it will take a more vicious pen than mine to suitably pound that piece.

Actually I know there are plenty such humourless loons around, but for my sanity's sake I like to pretend there are not.

What is even more depressing is the fact that the author is writing a novel. I shudder to think what it's like...