Stop, desist, quit tricking journalists.
Life is not easy for journalists. They have to find, fabricate, buy and otherwise invent stories that contain matters of great misery to other people. It’s a thankless task.
Do they get paid by the tear? Are they rewarded on a crash by crash basis?
Is there a flame bonus? No.
On top of that there are simply not enough tragedies to go around.
But things have recently got even worse.
Journalists have a new crisis. It’s us. We are feeding them fake news. How the hell can journalists be expected to sort out the fake news from the real? “Click, click, boom”, she says. Roll tape. “Jeff Goldblum’s dead”. Cue Camera 1.
And now, to our horror, we find that the callous driver reported in the media to have stepped over an injured truck driver to steal a carton of his pumpkins was yet another public lie.
Will we ever be able to believe anything we read ever again?
The answer, bloggers and Tweeters, is in your hands.
Makes me glad the big day for me and my missus was 15 years ago ie pre-net. I thought I had it bad having to endure months of feigning interest in a 3ft high stack of glossy bridal magazines. -”what do you think of this headpiece honey?” – “hmm yeah great.”
At the time my brother-in-law to be gave me some sage advice that I would share with all brdiegrooms in training – keep your mouth shut, your wallet open and don’t make the mistake of thinking the “big day” has anything to do with you.