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Ten Music Hall Songs For The Digital Age

  • Don’t Fiddle With My iPod, You’ll Shunt The Playlist Askew
  • My Breakast Panini Was Scorched
  • Stop Searching My Browser History, Mum, You’ll Only Shed A Wistful Tear
  • That Little Robert Peston’s A Wrong ‘Un
  • I Had A Set-To With A Croatian
  • When I’m Reinstalling Windows
  • Increase The RAM Again, Vicar, Then Give The Motherboard A Shake
  • That Wheelie Bin’s Got A Mind Of Its Own
  • You Can’t Shout Racist Slogans In A Crevice
  • Double My Temazepam Prescription, I’ve Lost A Bundle On The Dogs

 

Ah, The Smell of It

We all retain the fumes of dignity, right? The last fragrance of our virtue, sloshing around the bottle?

After penning this for the day job, mine has just fragmented on Capitalism’s hardwood floor:

FIVE CRAZY YEARS FOR MOBILE ADVERTISING

*sweeps remnants*

Give Good Headline

My favourite part of the job, and, the only part that truly matters, is the headline.

Good example today, as the Murdoch scandal harvests more bitter fruit. This from the BBC:

  • NoW ‘paid royal protection officer’

Prosaic, but explanatory. The Mirror prefers detail:

  • News of the World ‘paid police officer for royal family detail’

But the Evening Standardnails it with a shift of focus:

Lovely.