Oh, remember when talking was about food, and going to the toilet, and stuff?Perhaps we just need to accept the fact that people will use social media for marketing, as well as for useful stuff.
Now it's all about marketing...
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Solutions. As if they're solving a complex problem. It's bacon, sausage and egg, not world hunger.
Or even just "Breakfasts"?
The problem is the bleed of marketing non-speak into everyday life. Horrid.
Monday, 28 February 2011
We've been invited to wear something sporty to work, for charity.
I fear the majority choice will be things worn to watch sport rather than do sport. So that'll be an entire package holiday worth of national football and rugby shirts.
I'm trying to decide whether to wear a swim cap, my skydiving jumpsuit, or - as one witty colleague suggested, a waistcoat (not that I really believe snooker to be a sport).
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Whenever I see someone buy the Daily Mail, a little piece of me dies. With the Mail on Sunday, it's a slightly larger piece.
I can't read the newspaper without elevating my blood pressure and heart rate at the wild leaps of "reasoning" the frothy-mouthed articles make in order to foment the readership into righteous indignation.
That anyone would choose to read such poisonous tripe is profoundly disappointing, distressing, disturbing.
That anyone might accept it enough to act on it unthinkable.
A recent piece opened with the statement that cyclists had more heart attacks than other people. By the end of the article, the statement was revealed to be based on a creative interpretation of a piece of scientific research - an interpretation not endorsed by the authors of the research.
Now I don't have a problem with creative writing, but when it's dressed up as factual journalism, something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Sunday, 30 January 2011
Saturday, 29 January 2011
Later, when my mind is more active, when the sleep is rubbed from my eyes. When the joints are less creaky, the muscles warmer, the blood runs a little hotter - then coffee is about pleasure. A dark, rich brew, glorious.
Thursday, 27 January 2011
I realise that such a message might deter first-time parents from buying the clothes, which ain't really brilliant for the clothing manufacturer. But it would be a boon for parents everywhere.
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
In case you missed the italics, the aspect that makes this a celebrity show - in keeping with most other celebrity versions of television programs - is not the celebrity (or otherwise) of the contestants, but the fact that the prize money is for charity.
Usually, the least offensive (meaning least interesting) person from the group wins.
The fact that these people are on television should be warning enough that they're not the kind of people that would be fun to have dinner with.
What impresses and depresses me the most about this program is the sheer number of people convinced of their own abilities despite all evidence to the contrary. Every episode, one contestant will proclaim their lack of experience ("I've never done a dinner party before" or "I don't cook desserts").
Monday, 24 January 2011
I like ham; not that slimy wet stuff that comes from reformed scrapings, recovered from carcasses, mashed and pulped and shaped to look like ham.
The thing is, some people's only experience of ham is those sliced slabs, round-cornered oblongs that fit the packaging (and sandwiches) perfectly. Pigs aren't regular sizes, certainly not oblongs. They have bones and other bits that help them live (and make their ham tastier when cooked). It's all part of the sanitising of meat, moving away from the distasteful fact of having to kill something.
There's something not quite right about that.