File under: Rants, Web

Well…

I personally don’t plan on arguing about anything of the sort (second article down). In fact, if that’s the main attraction of the evening, I shan’t bother coming at all. It sounds like it could be quite tedious.

Also reported in the Guardian recently:

  • President Bush came over to the UK last week to talk with tony blair and discuss who’s going to win the Guardian’s blog competition.
  • Maxine Carr’s statement to the police was revealed at the Soham trial at the Old Bailey: “He never did it! He didn’t! Ooh, who’s going to win the Guardian blog competition?”
  • Georgian leaders appealed for calm at the nation entered its second week of violence with angry mobs rampaging the streets, incised over heated arguments about who might win the Guardian blog competition.

Any excuse to hang an agenda on something, eh? *sigh*

But in other news, nothing whatsoever to do with any broadsheet daily newspaper: bunch of people meet up for a festive pint, this Saturday 29 November, downstairs at The Well in Farringdon. See you there?

Bah, and indeed Humbug.

I’m not anti-competition or anti-Grauny, don’t get me wrong, the piece yesterday just reminded me of a bloke I knew once who would use every single conversational tack to pursue his personal agenda:

“So, what are you doing this weekend?”
“Oh, not much. Just thought I’d go to the pub, maybe”
“Well, there won’t be any alcohol where I’m going to be - twenty miles out to see on a yacht…”

or

“Did you see Eastenders last night?”
“No, I don’t care about soaps”
“Well, there was a sort of minor storyline about incest which is a massive coincidence because that’s the topic of my new book, which is published on Monday by Methuen”

I just wished he’d say what he wanted to say directly without trying to tangentially jam it into every conversation, without making every single conversation about him and his agenda.

Just tell me you’re going away. Tell me your book comes out on Monday. Tell me your newspaper is running a competition.

It’s ok, you know. I can take straight-fed information. In fact, I quite like it.