20.7 15 Crap in the Newspapers

Poor journalism prevails in the UK, both in terms of the quality of coverage and grammar, and with regard to the content.

This example demonstrates the lameness in the editorial input.  As you can see from the caption, I apparently need to be told that the photo is of an OAP and water!  What a ludicrous state of affairs.

There is no end of rubbish contained within papers, and I stumbled across a pathetic piece some weeks ago about Jamelia, and her impending participation in a pointless reality programme overseen by the equally irritating Bear Grylls.

It seems Jamelia was intent on confirming her complete deficiency, and unsuitability for appearing on Mission Survive.  She went on record as saying she had a fear of heights, wild animals, water and the outdoors.  None of this boded well for a stint of surviving in the Central American rainforest.  (1) Why the fuck was she invited on the expedition? and (2) Why the fuck did she decided to go?

Then we have the horrendous puns that editors feel obliged to dump upon us. Some are better than others, but I do get tired of the relentless pursuit of such an angle on everything and anything.  Sport offers many opportunities for a pun.

Sadly the desperation is arguably heightened, when trying to entertain the sports-minded readers.  The Giroud headline above was not one I was pleased to encounter.

Upside down entries suggest that the final checks before going-to-print were carried out by a drunk twat.  This publication in the Northeast was one that included, in an article alongside the above, a feature on double glazing.

The nonsense, as you can see, flowed from the pages.  I will resist the urge to include more of the tosh that featured in this local publication.

Benefits By The Sea: Jaywick

The article previewed a new Channel 5 television programme that would be following the tried and tested formula adopted by the channel over recent years - that of seeking out the lowest people in society and ramming their stories and lives down our throats in a bid to shock and annoy.

David Hanmore, dubbed "Disco Dave" by his friends, drinks 525 units of alcohol a week, which is dangerously over the Government recommended allowance of 21 to 28 units.

This quote from the Daily Mail highlights the pathetic level of journalism accompanying the tired approach to programme-making.  Er, yes . . . . . 525 units of alcohol is indeed far over the guideline of 21-28 units; doh!  525 is not so much over the guideline as bearing no fucking relationship to it.  How there is enough time in a day to consume this amount of booze, let alone cope with its effects, is mind boggling, although quite obviously it helps enormously NOT to have a job or contribute anything to society except children who can increase your benefits.

There is no end to the shite that's published, but I cannot be bothered to trawl further.

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