tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66153902011-04-22T04:57:21.872+01:00fleetstreetbloggerTanned, rested and ready.
fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1084828660578900982004-05-17T22:12:00.000+01:002004-05-17T22:26:20.970+01:00Right decision time. Do we reckon the Mirror should ID whoever gave them the pics of QLR soldiers apparently taking a leak on some poor Iraqi?
I reckon it boils down to whether the paper now genuinely believes they were fakes. If they do - and Saturday's splash implies they did - then they should.
On the other hand, it might be the case that whoever gave them those pesky pics might themselves fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1084824690160482222004-05-17T21:07:00.000+01:002004-05-17T21:11:30.160+01:00My so-called rival hacked-off has come up with a brilliant find - the worst named company in the UK....fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1084823616467484462004-05-17T20:51:00.000+01:002004-05-17T20:53:36.466+01:00An amusing vignette from Piersgate. Management tried to take the Mercedes off him - only to find out it was actually his personal property.fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1084732314952696962004-05-16T19:28:00.000+01:002004-05-16T19:34:22.076+01:00Top marks to The Observer for its coverage of l'affaire Morgan. And its headline Investors pressed Bailey to sack Morgan gets to the most important part of all this. Paul Dacre got it too. Which is why he was spotted yelling "FUCKING SHAREHOLDERS" at the top of his voice in the Mail newsroom on Friday night. Suddenly, Richard Desmond doesn't seem so bad, does he?
fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1084665498459663362004-05-16T00:51:00.000+01:002004-05-16T19:33:49.040+01:00Haven't seen the Sundays yet. But here's Fleetstreet's exclusive runners-and-riders guide to the Mirror succesion.
Tina Weaver - she's back from maternity leave and made a decent fist of the Sunday Mirror. 2/1
Phil Hall - experienced and already working for Trinity-Mirror. But can he face the daily grind? 3/1
Andy Coulson - a young Turk who's shown he can cut the mustard at the Screws. But is fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1084626877574801702004-05-15T14:06:00.000+01:002004-05-16T19:36:19.296+01:00Which tabloid news editor has found an extremely cunning way to dodge the stuffy old find-stuff-out-and-put-it-in-the-paper way of doing journalism?
What he does instead is he invents rumours about no-mark celebs and posts them on the Popbitch board, prints them out to have something to show the lawyer in case it goes pear-shaped and then he quickly deletes the said posts to stop any other fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1084606102037976922004-05-15T08:24:00.000+01:002004-05-15T14:06:33.086+01:00Here's a bit of red meat for you gossip hounds. If Blair goes this year, it will be a serious crisis in his other job - as a father - that pushes him out. Which is why newspapers have received a humdinger of a legal warning in the last month or so.fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1084567803791723852004-05-14T21:29:00.000+01:002004-05-17T20:42:50.196+01:00Right - I'm back. Is there still the same public out there? Apologies to loyal readers for going awol.
What's moved me to this is the Fleet Street story of the year - the end of the Piers show.
My, what an odd fortnight it's been. And it's going to get odder. More heads could easily roll. Already news supremo Conor Hanna has offered Natural Number Two Des Kelly his resignation. Des turned it fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1080894109263330632004-04-02T09:10:00.000+01:002004-04-02T09:25:28.763+01:00Here's the skinny on the William photos: It was all his idea. He saw the snappers and - in effect - posed himself up.
Not only has the second in line inherited his looks from his mum, it also seems he's inherited her bizarre wish to be her own spin doctor. The Palace then went along with his wish.
Now I know all dim Sloanes believe they are natural PRs - just look at the staff at most London fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1080807873971952722004-04-01T09:18:00.000+01:002004-04-01T09:28:12.060+01:00White-faced fury across Fleet Street this morning after the pics of Williams a-huggin' and a-kissin' his Sloane girlfriend on the slopes of Klosters.
Why the fury? Well - it's impossible to imagine that The Sun would have stuck its neck out without some sort of say-so of approval from Clarence House. And when nightdesks tried to check the story when the first editions dropped last night, the dutyfleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1080596817563690822004-03-29T22:46:00.000+01:002004-03-29T23:03:09.373+01:00Click here to see the tabloid version. Click here to read a really boring account of what it all means.fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1080596499716278232004-03-29T22:34:00.000+01:002004-03-29T22:57:38.700+01:00Fleet Street is like a shark sensing blood in the water with Beverley Hughes tonight. Each time the story looks to be over, it returns with her seeming even more mendacious. Rightly or wrongly, her department looks like a complete shambles.
More worryingly, for Blair, he is said to have staked his personal authority on her staying. Which makes him look like Major at his worst. The temptation to fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1080592266793824842004-03-29T21:21:00.000+01:002004-03-29T21:36:28.746+01:00Wicked whisper: which former Fleet Street editor's silhouette could be clearly made out in the pictures of Sven Goran Ericksson visiting Chelsea chief exec Peter Kenyon run in The Sun on Saturday?
The poor chap's been forced the deny the untrue rumour that it was him wot leaked it.fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1080416299362360442004-03-27T19:36:00.000Z2004-03-27T19:42:29.246ZTwo words to describe this news: "very" and "good".fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1080322145930673142004-03-26T17:25:00.000Z2004-03-27T11:40:39.903ZHarry Hatchett hits the nail on the head with his latest thoughts on the relationship between paid-for, professional journalism and the world of blogging.
He writes: "What is most positive about blogs - the fact that they are different from what is already out there and that they are open to all."
That's exactly it - blogging has allowed people who wouldn't be seen dead in a newspaper office -fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1080206407452278732004-03-25T09:09:00.000Z2004-03-25T21:17:54.170ZAnyone who enjoys graphic examples of The Guardian and its readers' attitude of craven indulgence to Muslim fundy-types will relish this.
It turns out a Muslim newsagent in Manchester has taken to cutting chunks out of the paper which offend his mediaeval sensibilities.
As the paper puts it
Staff in a newsagent's shop in the centre of Manchester explained yesterday why they felt they had to fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1080072382767903232004-03-23T19:51:00.000Z2004-03-23T23:21:59.560ZYvonne Ridley looks to have finally spun off into complete loonydom. But looks can be deceptive. Tiddly - as she was known before her latest reinvention - is also hell-bent on making jihad a nice little earner.
Unimpeachable sources tell me that she was spotted inside two well-known newspapers last month trying to sell a "new" tape from good ol' Osama for a sum considerably north of £10,000, fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079888877373958902004-03-21T17:06:00.000Z2004-03-21T17:25:42.996ZWhat a surprise - the People wins Implausible Sunday Redtop Story Of The Week. Again...fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079811367116774142004-03-20T19:19:00.000Z2004-03-20T19:42:55.936ZOonagh Blackman stakes her claim to the Number One parly job at The Mirror with their election in October splash this morning.
The only source is an un-named MP . Not even a "senior MP", or a "cabinet source". I've no idea if there's any basis in reality to the tale - and no night desks seem to have followed it up, so presumably Number Ten were pissing all over it. But that doesn't mean anything.fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079743535113574082004-03-20T00:37:00.000Z2004-03-20T00:54:53.920ZHow long has Charlie Kennedy got? Not that long, I reckon. The Lib Dems' leader was indisposed on Wednesday, unable to respond on one of the Commons' set piece occasions, the oppositions' budget response. Ming "The Merciless" Campbell had to fill in with just a few minutes notice.
A violent stomach upset, we were told. Puking all over place. The same thing happened a few weeks sgo.
Now the fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079742265608348462004-03-20T00:14:00.000Z2004-03-20T13:35:40.686ZBy now they'll all be going loco down in Acapulco - or is it Cancun? - at the Newscorp/News International shindig. Yet again, that blasted Bronwen Maddox has snatched the glittering prize and taken my rightful place around the pool sipping daiquiris.
There is a silver lining. The stated dress code - smart casual, resort casual and casual - would have left me a jibbering wreck trying to work fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079724027428174292004-03-19T19:12:00.000Z2004-03-19T19:51:05.733ZVery, very bad news indeed. From what I gather, Gorgeous George has settled for about £90,000 - plus costs - from the CSM. It's difficult to know where the Telegraph goes from here. Their defence against Galloway's similar libel claim against them is likely to be that they believed the documents they based the story on to be authentic.
(The authors of Crooked Timber - who seem to have less fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079652251430615822004-03-18T23:20:00.000Z2004-03-18T23:27:31.170ZMy view on the Jeremy Clarkson vs Piers Morgan series of spats is a bit like Henry Kissinger's on the Iran-Iraq war - it's a shame they can't both lose. fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079558888014993252004-03-17T21:11:00.000Z2004-03-17T22:04:59.686ZOf course your host wasn't at the British press awards last night - my name was unaccountably left off the nominations for "Best travel puff piece knocked out in 45 minutes after the PR agency threatened to send a bill for the free fortnight in Antigua that they were promised would get a spread".
I think Bronwen Maddox picked up that gong - again.
Interesting that the Indie won paper of the yearfleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079534977375878572004-03-17T14:47:00.000Z2004-03-17T14:59:55.340ZWicked whisper: which daily tabloid has worked out that a promotion last week cost over 60 quid per new reader - meaning it would have been cheaper to staple £50 notes to the front of the paper.fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079490564796598062004-03-17T02:24:00.000Z2004-03-17T02:32:41.890ZYou call it as you see it, I suppose. Word reaches me of editorial conference at the Sunday Tel last Saturday. Short of a homegrown splash, the editor chose to go with the dreadful Madrid attacks. But who to pin it on? With no arrests or claim of responsibility, it was still a toss up between ETA and al-Qaida.
Only one thing to do then, take a vote. . .
Luckily for readers of the paper's early fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079488513526673832004-03-17T01:48:00.000Z2004-03-20T21:17:01.060ZA dispatch from The Sun - where "underfire news supremo" Paul Field has earned the nickname David Blaine after being exiled from the news desk into a small glass cubicle office. Apparently, Field has been reminding all and sundry that David Blaine always escapes from imminent peril in the end. What could he mean?
On a related note, nasty gossips at Wapping are claiming that Field has taken to fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079486561606979692004-03-17T01:20:00.000Z2004-03-20T02:57:41.576ZOh God - please tell me it's not that time of the year again. But it is... It's the Mirror's Pride of Britain Awards.
The most mawkish event in the history of journalism returns. The usual ingredients were all there - unfortunate punters being patronised by minor celebrities, pictures of tastefully maimed children and the grim sight of Brian Reade abandoning every iota of the passion and fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079302439394484482004-03-14T22:10:00.000Z2004-03-14T22:48:16.513ZImplausible Sunday Redtop Story Of The Week - the first of what will be a regular feature.
Not for the last time I fear, the honour goes to the People and their nonsense about Simon Cowell's love travails.
Who does this stuff kid?
(did enough law to know it's probably better not to add anything here)fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079299516195803832004-03-14T21:13:00.000Z2004-03-14T23:04:37.653ZSo perhaps the Guardian is going to make the switch... Word is that they're shopping for a printing plant able to produce an El Pais/Le Monde shape paper. Think long and thin Daily Mail.
Peter Preston hints at it in his insufferably smug and over-written Obs column today.
From what I gather the real problem hasn't been fitting in the reams of Wednesday ads for gay outreach workers and multi-task fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079208406735262962004-03-13T19:51:00.000Z2004-03-20T19:47:25.670ZHas the Mirror gone stark raving mad? That was the obvious impression gleaned from Friday's paper. Either that or Piers had once again left things to his unglamorous assistant Des.
A lot of money was spent on buying up Gitmo nutcase Jamal Whatshisname. But to run it to page nine or whatever? And just do a spread and a half on Madrid somewhere deep in the book. Potty.
AND they they wiped out the fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615390.post-1079205790696988012004-03-13T19:21:00.000Z2004-03-13T19:26:58.560ZNo dummies, no market research, no funding - no chance of getting a decent readership. Just like Stephen Glover's vanity paper, then...fleetstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04655691001108654862noreply@blogger.com