Showing posts with label Northern Ireland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Northern Ireland. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Sorry for the lack of postage over the last few days - truth be told, I've been mulling over what my next post will be, mainly because I'm indecisive and can't decide between two topics.  So, I'm going to be all adventurous (read: indecisive) and make not one, but two posts today.  Living. On. The. Edge.  But first before I launch into either of these tirades fine pieces of writing, I just want to lob in my two cents regarding the whole hacking scandal, or #notw scandal if you're on Twitter.

Most normal people in the UK, or the world, if we're going to be grand and sweeping, (I do love a good sweeping statement) take their privacy for granted and get rather miffed if someone stands a bit too close when they're confessing their toilet issues (said in the same voice your Mum says sex in) to the receptionist at the doctor's.  Privacy, stiff-upper-lipness and not airing one's dirty laundry are traditionally thought of as very British attributes, so quite how we've got to a stage where we're not just happy, but expect to hear the minutiae of public figures' finances, conquests, medical history and eating habits is rather beyond me.  We were quite happy when it was Hugh's mugshot or Sienna's voicemail; it was "justified" with the old chestnut, if you're in the public eye you just have to deal with the intrusion - I mean what's the harm?  It's just gossip, right?  However, it was an intrusion too far - way too far - when news surfaced that the News of the World commissioned a private investigator to hack into the voicemail of the (at that stage) missing teenager Milly Dowler, with the hope that an exclusive would be forthcoming.  What was forthcoming instead, from this despicable action, was hope.  But it was the worst kind of hope for the family of a missing schoolgirl - it was false hope. Unfortunately we all know now that Milly was not still alive at this time; and not only did the Dowlers have to deal with this crushing, devastating blow - but with this came the knowledge that some "journalist" listened and then disregarded their most personal and painful messages as white noise in the quest for a scoop.

All of a sudden the "gossip" doesn't sound so appealing, does it?  It got steadily less appealing when it emerged that the Dowlers weren't the only "regular" people whose lives had been hacked open by a thoughtless, spineless specimen who gives 95% of journalists a bad name.  Families of 7/7 victims, families of soldiers killed in action, families of other murdered children - in other words people who were already suffering plenty.

Murdoch was quick to shut down the 168 year old publication; seemingly with as little regard for the lives and livelihoods of its staff as Goodman and Mulcaire had for the privacy of their prey.  It's been a week for journalist-bashing; most journalists with any connection to the News International group are trailing tar all over Twitter; accused as they are of anything from being "as bad as the rest of them" to killing kittens in front of a nursery class. Hopefully, when the dust settles and the tar gets scrubbed off (or dries in) the public will realise that most of the journalists in the UK publications are fair, honest people who are as appalled at the scandal as we are.  Spare a thought also for the dozens of editors, sub-editors and designers who were just as unemployed as the NOTW writers were on Monday morning.


That was definitely more than lobbing my two cents in - more like making a cruise missile out of a fifty pound note, but then (with a nod to my Northern Ireland roots on this, the auspicious 12th day of July) I never have been accused of missing and hitting the wall.


Thanks for listening - I'll be back.

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Apologies for the blog title - all the good ones were taken

So I've joined the blogging world (again but don't tell) - having spent the last 2 hours trying to figure out a catchy, clever, meaningful title for this piece of literary genius in the making, I have come to three conclusions:

1. My brain does not work in a catchy, clever or meaningful way
2. Everyone else's brains do (seriously - EVERY idea I had was taken)
3. I'm really lucky nobody can see my computer screen in the office

Clearly, my blog title isn't catchy, clever or particularly meaningful unless you're me.  But as this is supposed to be about things I like, things I think, or some sort of comforting, cathartic therapy then spaghetti, ham and cheese fits pretty well - seeing as it's my favourite thing to eat (after foie gras, Beluga caviar and Kobe beef of course), I think about it rather a lot and it is my go-to comfort food.

So here we are.  Prepare yourself for my ramblings on things I like, things I don't like (to name a few; people who walk slowly, unusually loud breathing, sniffing, eating, slurping or talking) as well as the latest things / place / activity I am obsessed with (you will learn that I am prone to fads...as well as brackets and italics.)  I'm hoping that on occasion I may be writing to someone other than Mr. B. Logger (from Canada, for sure) so I will try to be interesting if at all possible (see conclusions 1 & 2 for why this may not work out.)  I'll also try to keep it from being an uninhibited rant, although the thought of that is very tempting. 

So I'm going to leave you with my thoughts for the day on what's been happening in the world (mine and everyone else's):

- On a serious note - the violence in East Belfast, NI this week is an absolute disgrace, for this situation the opposite of the famous Churchill quote seems to apply... never was so much owed to so many by so few.  Normal citizens in/from Northern Ireland don't want this violence - we never did!

- On a not-so-serious note - loved the story about the baby penguin getting lost and ending up on the beach in NZ - loved it even more that it was a male baby penguin.  

Over and out Mr. B!

JR