Few people have any real idea what public relations actually entails. I certainly didn’t until I managed to blag my way into a summer internship in a high-profile firm in 2001. It was a great experience – it was a well-established Dublin-based company that mostly dealt with luxury brands and business-to-consumer stuff. It was also […]
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My 15 minutes of shame
I was meant to have a vasectomy two kids ago. My wife and I had what is known as ‘the gentleman’s family’ – a boy and a girl – and we were officially done. She went back to work, and while her wage, combined with my salary, wasn’t a king’s ransom, things were going to […]
Of blood and whiskey
There are things that I miss about being in a newsroom. The flow of insider information, the unprintable story behind the story, the kernels of truth you occasionally stumble across. It is like an addiction – once gone from it, you feel the withdrawal, you realise that you are now on the outside. But that isn’t necessarily […]
Stuff I done did when I done did work
Stupid puns! Copyrighted images! Spelling errors! Wow I have got it all! And would you believe I created these masterworks on an outdated South American page-drawing system that nobody uses anymore? IncrediBILL!!!
Shroud of Tune-In
The mind boggles. A few years ago there was a young man died after falling off the battlements in an Italian fortress city. The photo one of the papers used was of him dressed as a clown. It’s not hard to crop a photo you know.
A picture tells a thousand words
‘Attention sub-editors: No wait, we fired all the subs. Ah well. Onto the page it goes.’ This is what happens when you sluice copy and photos right off the wires and straight onto the website/page. Via.
All the latest from REDFM
*Parody account. I assume.
WHO?
Who? Steve Brookstein Criticised Following Tweet About 7/7 Bombings Seriously – who?
Thank fuck for paywalls
Phew. Close one. If you want to read more, see this evisceration of the poor chap.
Letters to da editor
Much to celebrate on that front page, but my personal favourite is the editor’s email. It’s the freesheet of record, you know.
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