Urban v's the Commentariat
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DaveCinzano
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Rural
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Whos the 2nd pic?
Whos the 2nd pic?
DaveCinzano
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Whos the 2nd pic?[/QUOTE]
I think it's one of those dolls that screams and poops and cries that they make high school kids carry around in order to dissuade them from having pre-marital sex. I hope so, otherwise Nicolas Cage's cousin Jason Schwartzman has one helluva ugly baby.
ViolentPanda
Hardly getting over it.
Rural
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That is one odd looking doll/baby. Even worse than looking at pics of oj & his clones
I think it's one of those dolls that screams and poops and cries that they make high school kids carry around in order to dissuade them from having pre-marital sex. I hope so, otherwise Nicolas Cage's cousin Jason Schwartzman has one helluva ugly baby.[/QUOTE]
Theisticle
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Look at these media cunts laughing at a 17-year-old getting something published in their local paper:
Theisticle
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FUCK OFF...She's 17.
DaveCinzano
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butchersapron
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caitlin can laugh because she was writing for the NME at 17. And we sure did laugh at her then.
Theisticle
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Idris2002
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See - I told you the NME was both crap and the causal connection of the commentariat contagion.
butchersapron
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Ha! Fell right into my trap - it was actually the MM she wrote for.
Theisticle
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So unpleasant (and not surprising) for someone like Moran to take the piss out of that writer until she finds out she's a 17-year-old on work experience. Then starts backtracking with faint praise.
Idris2002
canadian girlfriend
YOU WIN THIS ROUND APRON - BUT WE SHALL MEET AGAIN.
She also wrote for the Daily Telegraph, if memory serves.
DaveCinzano
WATCH OUT, GEORGE, HE'S GOT A SCREWDRIVER!
In her own words:
http://www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/opinion/columnists/caitlinmoran/article2051041.ece
My glorious career? I won it in a competition
It’s not the way you’re supposed to do it (a bit like Gary Numan marrying one of his fans, or something: not quite done), but I won my career in a competition – like it was an LCD TV, or a year’s supply of Primula.
In 1990 The Observer ran a Young Reporter Of The Year contest, which I entered – primarily out of the terrifying realisation that, as I lived in Wolverhampton, this was about as near as I was ever going to get to an “in” to “the media” – and won. I was 15. Afterwards, the lovely people from The Observer said I’d won because every other entry had been a straight, prim report of some local event, such as a fête, or body-popping tournament. Not having read the rules properly, I did mine in the style of a Kate Adie war report, but on the subject of washing my three-year-old sister’s hair, instead.
Winning the competition, and subsequently being given a weekly column during the summer holidays, absolutely changed my life. Not least because, with the money they paid me – £150 a column! I was the richest person in Wolverhampton, apart from the owner of Cash Converters! – I was finally able to buy a bed, and some tights, and, erm, some fags, but it’s best to ignore that. Primarily, though, the competition acted as a positive invitation to be considered a journalist. I have no idea what it’s like in the present day for lower-middle, working class and underclass kids, but certainly in 1990 – with no prospect of university or “contacts”, or even a train ticket down to London, where all the newspapers were – it was the only chance going.
Anyone thinking of entering a journalism competition should consider a few, brief pieces of advice. 1) Read as many published journalists as you can – study what makes the awful ones awful, and subtly steal what makes the good ones good. 2) Write every day, until it’s as natural to you as eating or thinking. 3) Write as you talk – it’s the quickest way to end what can be a 15-year dilemma entitled “Oh, when will I ‘find’ my ‘writing style’?” And finally: don’t buy fags with the winnings. Apparently, I found out recently, they give you cancer! Unbelievable.
- Caitlin Moran
- Published at 12:00AM, November 26 2007
It’s not the way you’re supposed to do it (a bit like Gary Numan marrying one of his fans, or something: not quite done), but I won my career in a competition – like it was an LCD TV, or a year’s supply of Primula.
In 1990 The Observer ran a Young Reporter Of The Year contest, which I entered – primarily out of the terrifying realisation that, as I lived in Wolverhampton, this was about as near as I was ever going to get to an “in” to “the media” – and won. I was 15. Afterwards, the lovely people from The Observer said I’d won because every other entry had been a straight, prim report of some local event, such as a fête, or body-popping tournament. Not having read the rules properly, I did mine in the style of a Kate Adie war report, but on the subject of washing my three-year-old sister’s hair, instead.
Winning the competition, and subsequently being given a weekly column during the summer holidays, absolutely changed my life. Not least because, with the money they paid me – £150 a column! I was the richest person in Wolverhampton, apart from the owner of Cash Converters! – I was finally able to buy a bed, and some tights, and, erm, some fags, but it’s best to ignore that. Primarily, though, the competition acted as a positive invitation to be considered a journalist. I have no idea what it’s like in the present day for lower-middle, working class and underclass kids, but certainly in 1990 – with no prospect of university or “contacts”, or even a train ticket down to London, where all the newspapers were – it was the only chance going.
Anyone thinking of entering a journalism competition should consider a few, brief pieces of advice. 1) Read as many published journalists as you can – study what makes the awful ones awful, and subtly steal what makes the good ones good. 2) Write every day, until it’s as natural to you as eating or thinking. 3) Write as you talk – it’s the quickest way to end what can be a 15-year dilemma entitled “Oh, when will I ‘find’ my ‘writing style’?” And finally: don’t buy fags with the winnings. Apparently, I found out recently, they give you cancer! Unbelievable.
http://www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/opinion/columnists/caitlinmoran/article2051041.ece
Theisticle
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Christ. Her style of writing is insufferable.
Rural
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She had to buy her own bed at age 15? Is she really trying to push the cliche of grim up north(in the midlands,w/e)?
DaveCinzano
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'I think it was having to appeal to all ages, all types, right from the beginning. I wrote my first book at eight, all of four pages. At 10, I did a 40-page story. At 12 I wrote two stage plays. One was called Are You Being Ignored and was set in a supermarket. The other was called Hello Bathsheba about a bloke who breaks his leg playing golf, decides his life is finished and becomes a Buddhist monk. I wrote everything to amuse my younger brothers and sisters - and my parents. I was trying to amuse all of them, at the same time. That's why I can now Entertain the Masses.'
http://www.independent.co.uk/life-s...ndit----and-typical-teenage-slob-1436595.html
butchersapron
Bring back hanging
butchersapron
Bring back hanging
Honest at least.
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Our and allow. Feel our imperial master informal internalised boot.
Rural
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Couldnt see anything wrong with that review, it was well written imo & i agreed with most of what she said about pizza ex. It didnt strike me as hilarious in any way.
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