The Medialyser

Cassetteboy strikes again. This time capturing the essence of Sir Allan Sugar and The Apprentice.

Grand old Guardian dog, Nick Davies, eats dogs in his book, Flat Earth News, where he exposes the idiotic ways of sheep journalism. He does a brilliant job: first, he avoids falling into too many conspiracy theories along the way (This isn’t a conspiracy. It’s just a mess, p. 153) – even dispels a few – and, second, he admits that he can be wrong. This is the basis for a sound analysis of, well, anything.

The central belief of every moron is that he is the victim of a mysterious conspiracy against his common rights and true deserts. He ascribes all his failure to get on in the world, all of his congenital incapacity and damfoolishness, to the machinations of werewolves assembled in Wall Street, or some other such den of infamy.

Now, I am a little disappointed that no one has even attempted to throw the suffix ‘-gate’ to the MP’s expense claim scandal, so I, Lone Ranger, am going to singlehandedly start using the term MPsExpensesGate here.

I forgot that people still believe in absolute truth.

The all-singing, all-dancing line-up of raw talent that made The Wire such as great show, has, of course, ridden the wave of media attention to its maximum.

The Evening Standard has been struggling against the aggressively distributed freesheets, London Lite & London Paper, but is now rebranding, re-launching, re-trying backed by a healthy stack of rubbles (aka Alexander Lebedev). Like any sound recovery, the patient has to accept it has a problem, before apologising, crawling in the dirt while begging for forgiveness; [...]

Soon it’s time for the fully booked circle-jerk that is Cannes. If you (next year) want to go to Southern France and waltz with the paparazzi down the red carpets, here is a guide to how to penetrate the festival

- I’m thinking of installing a swearing box…
- What?
- I’m joking, you fuckin’ twat.

Is war unforeseeable? During an interview, Secretary of State for International Development Simon Foster accidentally states that a proposed war in the Middle East is “unforeseeable”. The Prime Minister’s Director of Communications, Malcolm Tucker, sends poor Foster through a shitstorm for abandoning the party line, but it is too late – Foster, and his hapless [...]