Ah booze. The blogger's best friend (especially the angsty emo teens, where would they be without cheap cider?) and literature's worst nightmare.
I've just sat through Robert Peston on the beeb being excited, nay orgasmic, over the apparent 1.3trillion (that's 13 and... well a lot of zeros) you and I have promised to the banks. And then almost fainting with glee at a letter about the Royal Mail's pension fund being billions short. A squee moment to be sure, particularly when like Peston you know that while the credit crunch may cost millions of jobs in the UK, yours will be last to go, because we all need someone with strange mannerisms, suspicious looking hair and David Tennant eyes to use fancy graphics to tell us all about it.
Fantastic - a story about Slumdog Millionaire showing them filming a scene on a skateboard. Genius.
Can't believe I'm almost liveblogging the BBC News here - an activity made pretty much art by Anna Pickard at The Guardian's Organgrinder. I'll spare you the more depressing stories. That said, in a bizarre twist I've turned over to ITV to find a Meridian Tonight interview with Gordon Brown conducted by Fred Dinenage (on a train, at that), who I'm convinced was on quiz show 'Call My Bluff'. One can only hope that the full interview ends with a statement about Labour staying in power and Dinenage revealing a card that says "bluff"...
And Simon Parkin (of broom cupboard fame) doing the weather of all things! I guess sometimes you can't be picky about the work you do. This credit crunch is really biting, isn't it?
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