You’d have thought that the FG press office would have torn down Enda’s Bebo page, or at least gone in and done some dusting. Not so.
There are some cracking cobwebs in there:
It’s another work of genius from Guinness. Hard to see where it’s going at first, but it’s brilliant. They even get the two-part pour gag in there.
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This could be a best-selling headline, according to Croydon Advertiser editor Ian Carter who has been pissing off his local council by reporting Croydon’s dark and seedy underbelly, and doing well at the newsagents as a result. In fact, if you have a look through his blog, it seems he’s pretty fearless when it comes to outing advertisers’ problems, which is more than can be said for Ireland’s Sunday Tribune.
The gorier the splash story, the better the sales, so he’s banking on the returns from last week’s ‘Tiger Tiger Sex Attack’ story (of a sexual assault by a toilet attendant) being pretty damn good.
And it’s not a lone stand-out headline – for a local paper the Advertiser gets some astonishingly readable stories. Amid the predictable community fare like ‘Honour for tragic tram enthusiast’ (London’s Light Rail ‘Oscars’) and ‘Pupils prove their skipping class’ (story about a skipathon), there are some cracking tales.
‘Crazed jogger ran amok’ is one, or how about the story of a complete reversal of the Bumfights
craze where a homeless man took revenge on two Croydon teenagers on behalf of all homeless people, videoing them fighting using a mobile phone. ‘Sobbing boys forced to fight on film’ reads the headline.
‘Woman hit by train while being sick‘ is another eye-catching tale of woe, and my personal parochial favourite: ‘Lazy Postman Fined’
None of which would make you want to live in Croydon, but it’s proof that A) local news is good news and B) Tiger Tiger Sex sells.
Via: Fleet Street 2.0
Via Damien it seems that Irish people are discovering the controversial ads showing up Aussie boy racers, or ‘Hoons’ as they’re known down here.
The ads drew scorn here in Oz for their apparent inutility. Would they actually make any difference? The press says no. Computer says no. The people says maybe.
The Irish NRA, meanwhile, liked the emasculating vibe of them, and Gaybo has reportedly said ‘roll it there, Roisin’, asking his minions to get in touch with the Aussie roads authority and see if they can be used in Ireland.
So there’s every chance you could soon see fingers being wagged at boy racers compensating for their tiny penises with massive, phallic anodised exhaust pipes.
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There’s just two weeks now until the Sydney Irish Film Festival in Paddington’s Chauvel Cinema, and the line-up has been finalised, with one major change.
Irish cinematic classic My Left Foot gets the boot in favour of Garage, starring Pat Shortt.
The whole shebang kicks off with Irish-language flick Kings, starring Colm Meaney, and an opening night special with an afters party in Durty Nelly’s, also in Paddington.
Tickets for the opening night, including finger food and drinks, cost $29.95. More details here.
Tell a friend, and link to it if you’ve got some Irish interest.