tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17852784.post8821560174512794517..comments2023-11-10T10:38:52.141+00:00Comments on Kirk Elder, Senior Citizen from Peebles: The Cutbacks At The Hootsmon Canteen Are A Sad Symbol Of The Decline Of Our Notional NewspaperKirk Elderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05301246188133213386noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17852784.post-41283074852228355522009-01-27T00:02:00.000+00:002009-01-27T00:02:00.000+00:00An allegory of our times. I recently went to the G...An allegory of our times. I recently went to the Guardian's canteen. Mm.Douglas Blydehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07246988475977393027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17852784.post-2777072431488101582009-01-22T05:43:00.000+00:002009-01-22T05:43:00.000+00:00A long serving Murdoch journalist, having heeded s...A long serving Murdoch journalist, having heeded several intimations of mortality, decided to make arrangements for his final resting place. The local undertaker then asked him what he would like to have inscribed on his headstone.<BR/><BR/>"Just this - 'Here lies a tabloid journalist and an honest man' - Nothing more.<BR/><BR/> "Sorry we're not allowed to bury more than one body in a single Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17852784.post-51163656868394651252009-01-21T22:06:00.000+00:002009-01-21T22:06:00.000+00:00Very soon the comestibles upon the festive boards ...Very soon the comestibles upon the festive boards at all newspaper offices will consist of cabbage leaves and turnip tops delivered by pannier-bearing donkeys and financed by eleemosinary foreign oligarchs such as the one who has recently overpaid for the 'Evening Standard'.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17852784.post-33191552805538515642009-01-20T10:19:00.000+00:002009-01-20T10:19:00.000+00:00Well blow me down, you are living proof of the Lon...Well blow me down, you are living proof of the London Bus Syndrome (everything is a 'syndrome' these days) in which you hang around for ages and then two turn up together. Where from comes the new-found energy? Not taking those little blue pills again, I trust!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com