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Why the Guardian is going down the pan!

and i pick up on things, something pics my interest. i don't really get this on social media. occasionaly it happens. but from a half hour sit with it in the garden, i read about a terrible murder, richard fords new book, an interview with rick astley, a book review about the history of selfie culture, teh heat wave thing spreading across the oceans.

it has somethign to do with the medium itself and the way conciousness interacts with it. maybe it's person specific. but a newspaper suits me as a news medium. it's also easier to get more comfortable with it, can hold it in a different way, doesn't cause heat on the hand etc.
 
With the disclaimer that I have never been to Leith, that article contains every Guardian travel bingo buzzword:
'Natural' wines
Artisan bakery
Sustainable café
Food blogger
Craft breweries
Cultural hub

Best of all are 'Edinburgh's La Rambla' and the area having one of the highest numbers of Remain votes.

I mean I always check which way a place voted in the 2016 referendum before going anywhere - doesn't everyone?
Leith? Really? LEITH!!??
 
With the disclaimer that I have never been to Leith, that article contains every Guardian travel bingo buzzword:
'Natural' wines
Artisan bakery
Sustainable café
Food blogger
Craft breweries
Cultural hub

Best of all are 'Edinburgh's La Rambla' and the area having one of the highest numbers of Remain votes.

I mean I always check which way a place voted in the 2016 referendum before going anywhere - doesn't everyone?
Why do you stop at the 2016 ref?
 
Why do you stop at the 2016 ref?
Agreed. I need to know what side they were on in the Civil War. If they were royalist, they can fuck the fuck off. And if they were Parliament, they can fuck off too (*unless they were Leveller, Digger or Ranter strongholds at the time).








*And that's why I now live in a millionaire gaff in St George's Hill :thumbs:
 
bought it today. not as good as the observer. love sitting down with the paper, still feels like my brain is kinda in its natural state instead of being manipulated by multibillion pound hyper addictive software owned by cunts.

yes, i know it is a biased neoliberal exemplar and full of life style tat and middle of the road shite, but it still has value. alwasy loose myself in it for a while. esp the book reviews, etc.
You remind me of when I first moved here, 20 years ago, and one of the springtime pleasures I had was to buy the Saturday Guardian and take it to read in Waterlow Park or whatnot and enjoy the sunshine. Wouldn't consider such a daft thing today.
 
'Have a goal. The best reason to go to a party is to make connections and connect people with each other, says Truda Spruyt, party fan and a managing director at PR agency Four Communications.'

Clearly 'having fun' is old hat.:hmm:

 
'Have a goal. The best reason to go to a party is to make connections and connect people with each other, says Truda Spruyt, party fan and a managing director at PR agency Four Communications.'

Clearly 'having fun' is old hat.:hmm:

Have one drink and suck up to the hosts. What happened to shagging in the hosts bed and looting grandma’s mogodon tablets from the bathroom?
 
Have one drink and suck up to the hosts. What happened to shagging in the hosts bed and looting grandma’s mogodon tablets from the bathroom?
my mate Paul, his ma went on holiday. So he threw a party. And another party the next night. And the night before she was due back he threw a clean-up party. And the place was spotless. Till we all started drinking again. His mum came back to find a biker in her bed. In leathers. The place a tip. Paul had promised to pick her up from Heathrow, overslept and made himself scarce. She chucked him out the house for that
 
my mate Paul, his ma went on holiday. So he threw a party. And another party the next night. And the night before she was due back he threw a clean-up party. And the place was spotless. Till we all started drinking again. His mum came back to find a biker in her bed. In leathers. The place a tip. Paul had promised to pick her up from Heathrow, overslept and made himself scarce. She chucked him out the house for that
It was the condom wrapped around the heads of the VHS player that got my friend in trouble for hosting one of those ‘parents away on holiday’ parties. And we worked really hard to hide all the other evidence.
 
Chris Morris dinner party et cetera I mean,
, says Truda Spruyt, party fan and a managing director at PR agency Four Communications.'

Where is the fucking rope.
 
It was the condom wrapped around the heads of the VHS player that got my friend in trouble for hosting one of those ‘parents away on holiday’ parties. And we worked really hard to hide all the other evidence.
My friend Simon found it hard to hide the smashing of every breakable in his parents house at a party he threw, at which he began the destruction and urged others to join in.
 
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this was a classic yesterday
Jeremy Corbyn posted a verse from Rise Like Lions on twitter and many a cunt with an account laid in to him for his "shit poetry" not realising it was Shelley
The guardian take from Stuart Jeffries " Guardian feature writer":
"Perhaps Twitter has a point. The scansion is poor and the references elsewhere in the poem to then prime minister Lord Castlereagh are hardly topical. Moreover, the poem is the predictable go-to for lefties dreaming of a revolution that never happens. In 1980 the Jam quoted these lines on their album Sound Affects but I don’t recall the British people rising up to oust Margaret Thatcher. Perhaps we need new poems for new times. “Poetry,” WH Auden wrote, “makes nothing happen.” Good point. You can count the number of revolutions started by poetry on the fingers of no hands.
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a lot to unpick there, but lickspittle covers it
 
This is the best article I have read in the Guardian in years and years. Top stuff.

not written by a staff writer though - a one-off token rogue comment piece promoting a Verso book
 
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