Today I have been on a baby Superlambanana hunt around Liverpool...And I bagged 21 in total. So I thought I'd share a few of the flock via the blog... The rest are on my Flickr pages. I'm planning a lunch-hour hunt on Monday now.
Internet star
I work with a film star. This is not something I've had to brag about in previous jobs but now I can I intend to drop into the conversation at every opportunity.The star in question is Ruth Maher, the editor's PA at the Liverpool Daily Post who has her own internet show Spinning Jenny, in... Continue Reading →
Should readers have more control over newspaper websites?
A few days ago I asked Aren't We All Journalists? and had a response I thought was very interesting. Essentially, Captain Mac asked if I thought there should be a place on newspaper websites that people could fill themselves? He suggested a "whole section - that people could write stories on, reviews, opinion pieces, list... Continue Reading →
Withenshaw Chantry arch (amended)
(This is actually called Windleshaw Chantry, as I now know after a query prompted a bit of internet digging)Explored this old ruin and took lots of photos. Amazing old graveyard with so much history
Aren’t we all journalists?
I'm intrigued by this - I think it's a phenomenon which is going to become increasingly prevalent as citizen journalism flourishes.It's interesting Clinton and Obama are bleating they didn't know they were being filmed - ie they were 'on the record' - because surely politicians this far up the greasy poll must know that nothing,... Continue Reading →
Yawnalism
Churnalism is the phrase applied to the endless regurgitating of press releases as news. But today, not for the first time, I've been infuriated by a different kind of syndrome; let's call it Yawnalism.The definition of Yawnalism is journalism so damn lazy the writer may as well have dictated it from their bed.Take a look... Continue Reading →
Leaving Party
David Higgerson, pictured at his leaving do with half of the Girls Behaving Stylishly team - aka Emma Pinch and Laura Davis. As I left, David was clutching two pints and attempting to lift a third to his mouth. Isuspect it got very messy later on.