First time in decades, actually bought – as in, paid own cash – for a British newspaper. £4.50 for a Saturday Telegraph, eh?
Be another few decades I think….
First time in decades, actually bought – as in, paid own cash – for a British newspaper. £4.50 for a Saturday Telegraph, eh?
Be another few decades I think….
It’s on its way to beuing a Graun imitator. 95% of my comments don’t make it past the bot. On this on I tried to write “Lefty rag just like the BBC, but perhaps without the pervs…
Blimey, what’s in it for four and a half quid? Supplements, weekly tv guide? How many adverts for cruises?
Anyone who wants to read any of the paywalled shite in any of the newspapers can do so via http://www.archive.ph or http://www.archive.is
Thus, I find to my surprise that the headline writer on this piece by Michael Deacon (one of their few remaining decent writers) thinks that it is the interviewing of Yvette Cooper by her husband Ed Balls which is going to ‘destroy public trust in the media’.
Ho, ho, and, indeed, ho.
https://archive.ph/HYQBy
Meanwhile, in The Times, we find that the ‘king’ is delighted with the national response to the ‘riots’ and hopes that our ‘shared values of mutual respect and understanding will continue to strengthen and unite the nation’.
It’s a fucking laugh a minute in the mainstream media.
https://archive.ph/w3lZk
The last time that I bought a newspaper it was because it came with a free Roxy Music CD. I took out the CD and chucked the paper in the bin without looking at it. I realised that I didn’t really like Roxy Music that much any more.
Portugal short of bog paper, is it?
Newspapers; don’t read them and my arse deserves better.
@Grist – yep, you need to choose your words carefully.
I discovered recently that the words ‘parasite’ and ‘inbred’ are now banned.
BTW £4.50? I get it free thanks to a relative and still think it’s indifferent value.
Marius: «I get it free thanks to a relative and still think it’s indifferent value»
I sympathise but V_P is even unluckier in that he has a bookshelf reserved for Captain Potato’s œuvre due to having a chum who, regular as clockwork, seeks out the latest ill-begotten tome to blight a Christmas or birthday celebration.
History does not yet relate whether these volumes are signed with an inscription on the fly-leaf along the lines of “Hoping this brings you fiscal joy, candidly, Capt P”.