Questions we never thought they'd ask
There's a documentary a week at the moment exposing the staggering extent of Rupert Murdoch's hold on the Establishment.
And they'll continue as more comes out and lies become omissions and omissions become confessions.
Last night's Dispatches corralled a handful of hacks, PRs and coppers for whom these will become a reguar gig, and useful one for those who've lost their jobs.
We were reminded of what we've always known: that a Blair government built on spin needed News International to get elected, what we suspected - that he needed the nod from Murdoch before invading Iraq - and what only tabloid insiders would know - that the News of the World features desk had shedloads to spend on stories. Although with £3 million plus to play with, I'd have expected them to find Lord Lucan, Martin Bormann and Madeleine McCann, not a few pantsdown "exposes".
And there was the blatanly obvious. Cameron's decision to hire Coulson was in hindight disastrous, but at the time, tactically inspired.
But the most interesting thing to come from this has been the dawning realisation of those involved that the penny has finally dropped.
When Coulson and Brooks sat before the Select Committee eagerly talking over each other, at pains to "admit" they did regularly pay coppers for info, they felt securely ringfenced enough to brazen it out like Guantanamo interrogators fessing up; "how do you think we cracked it?" safe in the knowledge that thwarting an attack on the White House was all the justification needed.
How times change - and how many other such confessions will come back to haunt?
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Who selected this lot?
I can say one thing for the select committee quizzing the Murdochs yesterday: I wouldn’t have them on my investigative team.
With the exception of the tenacious Louise Mensch, their questioning wouldn’t be up to producing a showbiz nib, let alone a decent splash.
Murdoch junior, as tough a corporate pugilist as you’ll find, barely felt as much as a glancing blow and Murdoch senior’s long pauses and monosyllabic responses appeared something out of Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, halting any cross examination in its tracks.
It was much the same for Rebekah Brooks whose air of innocence must seem bizarrely at odds with the feisty gung-ho “get me that story at all costs” persona familiar to former staffers such as Paul McMullan who told Newsnight later of how her “fixed stare” would leave him in no doubt about what was wanted. I know he's no friend of Brooks but anyone who has any experience of tabloid newsrooms, would have appreciated the reality check.
Earlier, Sky News viewers had heard Nick Ferrari exonerating Murdoch because his media empire was “twice that of the Navy” so how could the Admiral be blamed for a faux pas by the captain of a tugboat?
That’s easy Nick, if the Admiral is prone to making long-distance Saturday night calls to said captain to ask “so, what’s going on?” And, said Admiral began life, not at some posh military academy but on the docks, clawed his way up and is known to be as straight-talking as any red-necked deck-hand.
Anyone who’se edited under Murdoch will tell you he’s as hands-on as they come. Just as anyone who’s reported to a tabloid editor will tell you, they want details - all the details - and anyone who’s been an editor will tell you, you want details – all the details.
Back to Newsnight. I found myself growing tired of former Screws Politico David Wooding banging on from the high ground about how he’d never hack a phone. I haven’t seen David for years but the one I knew was as ethical as they come. But we’ve heard enough now. Any defence or justification in this climate is misplaced.
McMullan’s description of newsroom pressure was about right. What we’re seeing is a seismic culture change. A few months ago, media pub talk was one of bravado, of don’t let on but… Now, we’re running for cover, admitting excesses and adding … “but I never went that far!”
Tabloid newsrooms are macho places. The best yarns in the Cheshire Cheese, the Stab or the Popinjay were always about how the story was got, rather than what it said. Hacks retire and write books with a Raymond Chandler feel to them. Those who give the best talks at media colleges are the ones who include the naughty bits. Today, those smarting because their bosses turned down the MPs expenses scandal before the Telegraph went to town it were occasionally heard to snipe: “well, it was handed to them”.
Now and then, there’s a wake-up call. Papers stop buying pap pictures for a few weeks after a Princess dies with them in pursuit, or there’s brazen defiance when an MP caught with his trousers down tells us we’re “drinking in the last chance saloon”.
For the most part, the industry gets away with it. And it’s been largely for the greater good that it has. Ingenuity, guile and sometimes bare-faced cheek have been key to keeping society on
track.
Had it not been for the solid, justifiable investigation of the type employed by Nick Davies and the Guardian, coppers would still be collecting their brown envelopes and Royal newlyweds wouldn’t be able to phone home in privacy.
Yesterday, I wrote how I’d finally overcome my irritation at the use of “gate” at the end of every scandal story. Happily, that was endorsed by a Watergate legend when Carl Bernstein told how he used to wince every time it was used by a Murdoch title.
He too has now changed his mind, describing it as the biggest media event in history.
I can say one thing for the select committee quizzing the Murdochs yesterday: I wouldn’t have them on my investigative team.
With the exception of the tenacious Louise Mensch, their questioning wouldn’t be up to producing a showbiz nib, let alone a decent splash.
Murdoch junior, as tough a corporate pugilist as you’ll find, barely felt as much as a glancing blow and Murdoch senior’s long pauses and monosyllabic responses appeared something out of Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, halting any cross examination in its tracks.
It was much the same for Rebekah Brooks whose air of innocence must seem bizarrely at odds with the feisty gung-ho “get me that story at all costs” persona familiar to former staffers such as Paul McMullan who told Newsnight later of how her “fixed stare” would leave him in no doubt about what was wanted. I know he's no friend of Brooks but anyone who has any experience of tabloid newsrooms, would have appreciated the reality check.
Earlier, Sky News viewers had heard Nick Ferrari exonerating Murdoch because his media empire was “twice that of the Navy” so how could the Admiral be blamed for a faux pas by the captain of a tugboat?
That’s easy Nick, if the Admiral is prone to making long-distance Saturday night calls to said captain to ask “so, what’s going on?” And, said Admiral began life, not at some posh military academy but on the docks, clawed his way up and is known to be as straight-talking as any red-necked deck-hand.
Anyone who’se edited under Murdoch will tell you he’s as hands-on as they come. Just as anyone who’s reported to a tabloid editor will tell you, they want details - all the details - and anyone who’s been an editor will tell you, you want details – all the details.
Back to Newsnight. I found myself growing tired of former Screws Politico David Wooding banging on from the high ground about how he’d never hack a phone. I haven’t seen David for years but the one I knew was as ethical as they come. But we’ve heard enough now. Any defence or justification in this climate is misplaced.
McMullan’s description of newsroom pressure was about right. What we’re seeing is a seismic culture change. A few months ago, media pub talk was one of bravado, of don’t let on but… Now, we’re running for cover, admitting excesses and adding … “but I never went that far!”
Tabloid newsrooms are macho places. The best yarns in the Cheshire Cheese, the Stab or the Popinjay were always about how the story was got, rather than what it said. Hacks retire and write books with a Raymond Chandler feel to them. Those who give the best talks at media colleges are the ones who include the naughty bits. Today, those smarting because their bosses turned down the MPs expenses scandal before the Telegraph went to town it were occasionally heard to snipe: “well, it was handed to them”.
Now and then, there’s a wake-up call. Papers stop buying pap pictures for a few weeks after a Princess dies with them in pursuit, or there’s brazen defiance when an MP caught with his trousers down tells us we’re “drinking in the last chance saloon”.
For the most part, the industry gets away with it. And it’s been largely for the greater good that it has. Ingenuity, guile and sometimes bare-faced cheek have been key to keeping society on
track.
Had it not been for the solid, justifiable investigation of the type employed by Nick Davies and the Guardian, coppers would still be collecting their brown envelopes and Royal newlyweds wouldn’t be able to phone home in privacy.
Yesterday, I wrote how I’d finally overcome my irritation at the use of “gate” at the end of every scandal story. Happily, that was endorsed by a Watergate legend when Carl Bernstein told how he used to wince every time it was used by a Murdoch title.
He too has now changed his mind, describing it as the biggest media event in history.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Britain's Watergate? More like Floodgate
Max Hastings used to have a hobbyhorse or two, such as banning the word gay and announcing one day that Celebrity was too trite for pages of the Daily Telegraph.
And I well recall one of his forays into the newsroom in which he told us to stop using the suffix Gate when referring to scandals.
It was sometime around Squidgygate, or was it Camillagate? Anyway, it was a decision one I wholeheartedly agreed with. Until now.
Hack-gate, Wapping-gate, Murdoch-gate Screws-gate don't really trip off the tongue as easily as "I knew nothing about it, guv". But if ever a topic were more suited, it’s this.
Coppers who turn a blind eye, MPs who fiddle their eccies probing shady hacks who give bungs to private dicks in seedy diners while their bosses destroy evidence - all of which threatens to unseat the Citizen Kane of our time - and all of which leads right to the steps of 10 Downing Street?
It's the most significant turning point in modern media history and, as we pause for breath ahead of the next revelation, it begs only one serious question; Who will play Rupert Murdoch in the film?
Rebekah Brooks, if she still has any clout, would probably plump for Nicole Kidman and James Murdoch wouldn't be at all hacked off at Matt Damon, such is notoriety. And there’d probably even be a cameo role of so for Brooks’ ex, Ross Kemp alongside David Jason and George Cole, in the bung scenes. Andy Coulson won’t thank me for choosing Dwight Schrute of the American Office as him, Ed Miliband will find little Comfort in who I have for him, although Hugh Grant can play himself.
As for the the Great Man himself. Not looking his best these days. Nuff said.
Max Hastings used to have a hobbyhorse or two, such as banning the word gay and announcing one day that Celebrity was too trite for pages of the Daily Telegraph.
And I well recall one of his forays into the newsroom in which he told us to stop using the suffix Gate when referring to scandals.
It was sometime around Squidgygate, or was it Camillagate? Anyway, it was a decision one I wholeheartedly agreed with. Until now.
Hack-gate, Wapping-gate, Murdoch-gate Screws-gate don't really trip off the tongue as easily as "I knew nothing about it, guv". But if ever a topic were more suited, it’s this.
Coppers who turn a blind eye, MPs who fiddle their eccies probing shady hacks who give bungs to private dicks in seedy diners while their bosses destroy evidence - all of which threatens to unseat the Citizen Kane of our time - and all of which leads right to the steps of 10 Downing Street?
It's the most significant turning point in modern media history and, as we pause for breath ahead of the next revelation, it begs only one serious question; Who will play Rupert Murdoch in the film?
Rebekah Brooks, if she still has any clout, would probably plump for Nicole Kidman and James Murdoch wouldn't be at all hacked off at Matt Damon, such is notoriety. And there’d probably even be a cameo role of so for Brooks’ ex, Ross Kemp alongside David Jason and George Cole, in the bung scenes. Andy Coulson won’t thank me for choosing Dwight Schrute of the American Office as him, Ed Miliband will find little Comfort in who I have for him, although Hugh Grant can play himself.
As for the the Great Man himself. Not looking his best these days. Nuff said.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Banish hacking – but don’t move the goalposts
I enjoyed Hugh Grant’s appearance on Question Time last week as he was rolled out as the most eloquent celebrity hackee to stick the boot into News International.
What earned him even more brownie points was the way he shrugged off ex-Sun columnist John Gaunt’s ludicrous side-swipe in referring referred to an embarrassing incident long ago when Grant found himself in the papers for a personal faux pas.
But he missed the point entirely when he told Newsnight viewers a couple of nights later that stories about the personal lives of the likes of Ryan Giggs were not in the public interest.
They absolutely are. Zillion-pound-a-week footballers and their pecadillos are potentially one of the real victors of the NoW demise.
With serious debate now on the cards about what (ethical) red tops should and shouldn’t get away with, let’s not lose sight of what does actually constitute fair game.
I enjoyed Hugh Grant’s appearance on Question Time last week as he was rolled out as the most eloquent celebrity hackee to stick the boot into News International.
What earned him even more brownie points was the way he shrugged off ex-Sun columnist John Gaunt’s ludicrous side-swipe in referring referred to an embarrassing incident long ago when Grant found himself in the papers for a personal faux pas.
But he missed the point entirely when he told Newsnight viewers a couple of nights later that stories about the personal lives of the likes of Ryan Giggs were not in the public interest.
They absolutely are. Zillion-pound-a-week footballers and their pecadillos are potentially one of the real victors of the NoW demise.
With serious debate now on the cards about what (ethical) red tops should and shouldn’t get away with, let’s not lose sight of what does actually constitute fair game.
Saturday, July 09, 2011
When newsrooms die, the spirit does not
Tonight's farewell shift at the News of The World will be like no other.
Too many journalists have experienced such last nights but there's normally something of a build-up before the last rites. Falling circulations, takeover speculation, a shift in ownership – all of which staff read about in the Media Guardian before it makes the newsroom noticeboards.
Even when those on days off get the dreaded call at home and word spreads across the floor that “an announcement” is about to be made, there's always a sense of inevitability mixed with that of impending loss.
Final editions can engender a tremendous sense of solidarity and pledges for annual reunions, even as they work in split-screen mode with one eye on the job ads. But whatever fallout any of those working into the night tonight expected from the hacking scandal, the closure of one of the world's leading newspapers was not one of them.
(Claims that the 'brand' had been irreperably damaged, leaving closure as the only option, are, to use tabloid expletives, b*****ks, by the way. And that's understating it).
What we'll see on the stands tomorrow will be a classic of its day. If I know Colin Myler as well as I think I do, he'll produce a paper worthy of a curtain call, and one worth bringing to that first reuinon. There'll be no "splash", just a no-nonsense leader and a historical retrospective on the days when the management knew what they were doing.
Breaking news: I'm writing this in a waiting room of a car dealership next door to the now infamous MacDonalds restaurant in Wapping where all those money exchanges were said to have taken place. The only coppers in sight are the ones clanking around in the charity box on the counter.
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Tonight's farewell shift at the News of The World will be like no other.
Too many journalists have experienced such last nights but there's normally something of a build-up before the last rites. Falling circulations, takeover speculation, a shift in ownership – all of which staff read about in the Media Guardian before it makes the newsroom noticeboards.
Even when those on days off get the dreaded call at home and word spreads across the floor that “an announcement” is about to be made, there's always a sense of inevitability mixed with that of impending loss.
Final editions can engender a tremendous sense of solidarity and pledges for annual reunions, even as they work in split-screen mode with one eye on the job ads. But whatever fallout any of those working into the night tonight expected from the hacking scandal, the closure of one of the world's leading newspapers was not one of them.
(Claims that the 'brand' had been irreperably damaged, leaving closure as the only option, are, to use tabloid expletives, b*****ks, by the way. And that's understating it).
What we'll see on the stands tomorrow will be a classic of its day. If I know Colin Myler as well as I think I do, he'll produce a paper worthy of a curtain call, and one worth bringing to that first reuinon. There'll be no "splash", just a no-nonsense leader and a historical retrospective on the days when the management knew what they were doing.
Breaking news: I'm writing this in a waiting room of a car dealership next door to the now infamous MacDonalds restaurant in Wapping where all those money exchanges were said to have taken place. The only coppers in sight are the ones clanking around in the charity box on the counter.
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Best Saga in Ages
Not that I'm old enough to subscribe, you understand, but the latest issue of Saga magazine would tempt me to, if only I were honest enough to own up.
Katy bravery, who I still think of as a fresh faced twentysomething back in the day when we both arrived in Fleet Street to launch the Daily Shah, has done a remarkable job in revamping a publication showing no signs of retirement and very few wrinkles.
The last time we met, she told me she was overdosing on celebrities after years of editing mags at the Express, Mirror, NoW etc. Even so, I see she couldn't resist putting Kristin Scott Thomas on the cover. But like all men of an undisclosed age, I'm certainly not complaining about that.
Talking of revamps, I've just returned from another week in my Padstow bolthole where I bought a copy of the Cornish Guardian. Its a paper I knew well long before I met anyone in fleet street; a local rival, in fact (I was on the opposition Courier in Bodmin).
Back then in the seventies, it wasn't much of a rival, it has to be said: parochial, predictable and packed with parish pump, nothing like the clean, confident and crisp version editor Zena O'Rourke is producing today.
And that is presumably why judges last month voted it weekly newspaper of the year. Another victory for another female editor in the days when everyone is closing down and going digital.
Encouraging.
Not that I'm old enough to subscribe, you understand, but the latest issue of Saga magazine would tempt me to, if only I were honest enough to own up.
Katy bravery, who I still think of as a fresh faced twentysomething back in the day when we both arrived in Fleet Street to launch the Daily Shah, has done a remarkable job in revamping a publication showing no signs of retirement and very few wrinkles.
The last time we met, she told me she was overdosing on celebrities after years of editing mags at the Express, Mirror, NoW etc. Even so, I see she couldn't resist putting Kristin Scott Thomas on the cover. But like all men of an undisclosed age, I'm certainly not complaining about that.
Talking of revamps, I've just returned from another week in my Padstow bolthole where I bought a copy of the Cornish Guardian. Its a paper I knew well long before I met anyone in fleet street; a local rival, in fact (I was on the opposition Courier in Bodmin).
Back then in the seventies, it wasn't much of a rival, it has to be said: parochial, predictable and packed with parish pump, nothing like the clean, confident and crisp version editor Zena O'Rourke is producing today.
And that is presumably why judges last month voted it weekly newspaper of the year. Another victory for another female editor in the days when everyone is closing down and going digital.
Encouraging.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Well played - and it didn't even kick off
How many hands did I shake last night? Let's see, eight teams of winners and runners-up from four divisions, a few players of the year, teams of the year, best looking, worst-dressed, dodgiest haircut, you name it, I handed it out at a synagogue in Edgware.
It's not the first time I've dished out silverware at a sports ceremony, so why the mention?
Well, because it wasn’t your usual footie gig, for a start. This was not the jeering, barracking spite-fest which sees lager-fueled lads swaggering up to score-settling boos and the sound of We Are The Champions.
Or the heads-down kids following in the steps of their Mike Basset England manager bosses who thrust trophies in the air to cheers of “Get in their my sa’an”.
And don’t even think I’m exaggerating. I haven’t even started on the punch-up in the gents (sic) at the Dacorum Sports centre in Hemel Hempstead a few years back.
No, this was the MSFL, the biggest Jewish soccer league in the world and one populated by players who wear suits by day, play their football on a Sunday and behave themselves in kosher restaurants by night.
It was interesting that there were umpteen sides represented on the night and a couple of hundred players in the room. But to a man there was one team.
Listen, I’ve seen the crunching tackles go in, the odd 30-yarder splinter a post and a keeper flatten a defender or two who ignored his call. And I’ve heard the barracking from the fans and the odd nose-to-nose when things got a bit “tasty”. But the hard stuff stays on the pitch.
But when it came to taking the credit, they did so with a civility and generous warmth I’ve rarely experienced at this level.
You could say, they played a man’s game.
How many hands did I shake last night? Let's see, eight teams of winners and runners-up from four divisions, a few players of the year, teams of the year, best looking, worst-dressed, dodgiest haircut, you name it, I handed it out at a synagogue in Edgware.
It's not the first time I've dished out silverware at a sports ceremony, so why the mention?
Well, because it wasn’t your usual footie gig, for a start. This was not the jeering, barracking spite-fest which sees lager-fueled lads swaggering up to score-settling boos and the sound of We Are The Champions.
Or the heads-down kids following in the steps of their Mike Basset England manager bosses who thrust trophies in the air to cheers of “Get in their my sa’an”.
And don’t even think I’m exaggerating. I haven’t even started on the punch-up in the gents (sic) at the Dacorum Sports centre in Hemel Hempstead a few years back.
No, this was the MSFL, the biggest Jewish soccer league in the world and one populated by players who wear suits by day, play their football on a Sunday and behave themselves in kosher restaurants by night.
It was interesting that there were umpteen sides represented on the night and a couple of hundred players in the room. But to a man there was one team.
Listen, I’ve seen the crunching tackles go in, the odd 30-yarder splinter a post and a keeper flatten a defender or two who ignored his call. And I’ve heard the barracking from the fans and the odd nose-to-nose when things got a bit “tasty”. But the hard stuff stays on the pitch.
But when it came to taking the credit, they did so with a civility and generous warmth I’ve rarely experienced at this level.
You could say, they played a man’s game.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The girl will go far
Read this. It’s an unsolicited job application.
Dear Sir,
I am writing to express my interest in writing for you. I am a regular contributor etc…I run my own website …I have a 2:1 in creative writing … I have worked in challenging and professional environments etc…
Then she says:
As a starting point, please complete the reply slip below and post to me
Like I said, she'll go far. Further than the application, one hopes.
Read this. It’s an unsolicited job application.
Dear Sir,
I am writing to express my interest in writing for you. I am a regular contributor etc…I run my own website …I have a 2:1 in creative writing … I have worked in challenging and professional environments etc…
Then she says:
As a starting point, please complete the reply slip below and post to me
Like I said, she'll go far. Further than the application, one hopes.
Friday, March 18, 2011
April comes early
What god sport it is to pick up the dailies on April 1 and try to spot the April Fool’s joke. Not always easy given much of the real news these days.
But what many readers may not know is that the Jewish world has its own traditions of leg-pulling with the festival of Purim and the so-called Purim Speil.
For years, the JC has been bemusing readers with weird and wonderful tales of the unexpected and unsubstantiated, all taken in good heart by a readership that understands and respects them.
The problem theses days though is that, given the speed with which news moves online, this can happen.
As for the Royals, they could probably do with some multicultural training. No-one at the Palace go it - and no one was amused.
What god sport it is to pick up the dailies on April 1 and try to spot the April Fool’s joke. Not always easy given much of the real news these days.
But what many readers may not know is that the Jewish world has its own traditions of leg-pulling with the festival of Purim and the so-called Purim Speil.
For years, the JC has been bemusing readers with weird and wonderful tales of the unexpected and unsubstantiated, all taken in good heart by a readership that understands and respects them.
The problem theses days though is that, given the speed with which news moves online, this can happen.
As for the Royals, they could probably do with some multicultural training. No-one at the Palace go it - and no one was amused.
Monday, March 07, 2011
Computer says 'no, no, no - more'
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Fingers crossed he doesn't leave a comment.
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Fingers crossed he doesn't leave a comment.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
easyJet and easy pickings: part two
What is it about this story and light fingers? Two days after the Sun nicked our easyJet exclusive and made it their exclusive – and a day after it went around the world like the longest of long-haul flights – it now appears on that well known “content farm”,
the Huffington Post.
And what makes matters worse is that while they do give an attribution – it’s to CNN and, wait for it, even the Daily Mail for quotes from the hapless passenger who complained – taken word-for-word the ones used in the original JC story.
I was interested to read the many comments this attracted when Roy Greenslade picked it up on his blog, particularly the cynicism among those who thought the practice rife.
Which is why I took the decision some time ago that the JC should syndicate its material. Sadly, our syndication partner was on holiday the week this happened. When he comes back I’ll have to ask him. Did he fly easyJet?
What is it about this story and light fingers? Two days after the Sun nicked our easyJet exclusive and made it their exclusive – and a day after it went around the world like the longest of long-haul flights – it now appears on that well known “content farm”,
the Huffington Post.
And what makes matters worse is that while they do give an attribution – it’s to CNN and, wait for it, even the Daily Mail for quotes from the hapless passenger who complained – taken word-for-word the ones used in the original JC story.
I was interested to read the many comments this attracted when Roy Greenslade picked it up on his blog, particularly the cynicism among those who thought the practice rife.
Which is why I took the decision some time ago that the JC should syndicate its material. Sadly, our syndication partner was on holiday the week this happened. When he comes back I’ll have to ask him. Did he fly easyJet?
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
A Sun exclusive - it's a easy-get
When is an exclusive not an exclusive? Well, there’s one in today’s Sun.
The Page 20 headline Queasyjet – Airline offers Jewish passengers a choice of ham or bacon – had all the elements of a lively, mischievous page lead.
And a heavily-researched one too, given the exclusive tag and the joint byline of Chris Pollard and Vince Soodin. But what puzzled Jewish Chronicle assistant editor Jenni Frazer was that it had appeared in her paper on Friday – and Soodin had even rung her asking for contact details.
Even more galling was the fact that she had insisted “only if you credit the JC!” This was not a trite request. The nationals trawl the JC every week for copy. Only last week, The JC’s (properly, well-researched exclusive) on a Jewish football team being kicked out of a league for fielding non-Jewish players had been sold all around by an agency - yet presented by all concerned as an original story.
The Mirror even led a page on it under the lively headline Jew Are Ya?
But even more revealing was the response from the Sun when Frazer rang Soodin to front him up with: “What happened to your promise of a credit – and why on earth did you claim it was an exclusive?”
The reply: “When we take stories from regionals or locals, we usually tag them exclusive.”
A regional? Tell that to our readers in Manchester, Gateshead, Southend, Tel Aviv, New York...
Anyway, after a calm yet, shall we say empirical, exchange, came the reasoning: “We do use it in a different way here.”
PS: Indeed. At least they fessed up in the end and added a link in the online version.
When is an exclusive not an exclusive? Well, there’s one in today’s Sun.
The Page 20 headline Queasyjet – Airline offers Jewish passengers a choice of ham or bacon – had all the elements of a lively, mischievous page lead.
And a heavily-researched one too, given the exclusive tag and the joint byline of Chris Pollard and Vince Soodin. But what puzzled Jewish Chronicle assistant editor Jenni Frazer was that it had appeared in her paper on Friday – and Soodin had even rung her asking for contact details.
Even more galling was the fact that she had insisted “only if you credit the JC!” This was not a trite request. The nationals trawl the JC every week for copy. Only last week, The JC’s (properly, well-researched exclusive) on a Jewish football team being kicked out of a league for fielding non-Jewish players had been sold all around by an agency - yet presented by all concerned as an original story.
The Mirror even led a page on it under the lively headline Jew Are Ya?
But even more revealing was the response from the Sun when Frazer rang Soodin to front him up with: “What happened to your promise of a credit – and why on earth did you claim it was an exclusive?”
The reply: “When we take stories from regionals or locals, we usually tag them exclusive.”
A regional? Tell that to our readers in Manchester, Gateshead, Southend, Tel Aviv, New York...
Anyway, after a calm yet, shall we say empirical, exchange, came the reasoning: “We do use it in a different way here.”
PS: Indeed. At least they fessed up in the end and added a link in the online version.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Keys' final commentary
I was tempted to suggest that, with Gray shown a red, Sky should throw away the keys. Now they don't have to. He's quit.
But still he doesn't get it. His suggestion that the success of Sky over the past 20 years had made him enemies within the media, and that it was unfair to lambast broadcasters for off-air comments.
"The clips you have seen are fairly selective," he says. I should hope so. God help us if they'd shown more.
I was tempted to suggest that, with Gray shown a red, Sky should throw away the keys. Now they don't have to. He's quit.
But still he doesn't get it. His suggestion that the success of Sky over the past 20 years had made him enemies within the media, and that it was unfair to lambast broadcasters for off-air comments.
"The clips you have seen are fairly selective," he says. I should hope so. God help us if they'd shown more.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
No Gray area - he had to go
So, Andy Gray has got the boot for the Sky Sports sexism debacle. That’s made me a tenner (a safe bet at the time) – saved Sky execs a few bob in fees and will probably be worth a Ronaldo transfer fee in PR terms.
It was good fun while it lasted with the tabloids upping their game in the trawl for women reader with customary indignation. The Mirror’s Game of two halfwits was the pick of the day, although the Sun’s Get ‘em off (next to a picture of lineswoman Sian Massey dancing in something skimpy) was a bit of an own goal.
I’d been wondering when Andy Burton was going to get a kicking for his part.
Gray is a footballer so knows no better. Richard Keys would have got in on the “changing room crack” and gone native ages ago. But at least he had the nous to apologise.
But Burton had no excuse. As a professional broadcaster, he should have known better than to get caught like Rooney by an Accrington offside trap.
Also, the fun of these spats is the way everyone gets involved: from the dragging up of Ron Atkinson’s racism to Kenny Dalglish, whose daughter used to present for Sky, distancing himself by saying he hadn’t even noticed that the lino whose every decision every manager scrutinises every match was female.
The most hilarious element was the Independent’s Andy Townsend own goal.
As for Gray. Wish I’d upped the stakes on the tenner. Sorry, but what a pillock.
So, Andy Gray has got the boot for the Sky Sports sexism debacle. That’s made me a tenner (a safe bet at the time) – saved Sky execs a few bob in fees and will probably be worth a Ronaldo transfer fee in PR terms.
It was good fun while it lasted with the tabloids upping their game in the trawl for women reader with customary indignation. The Mirror’s Game of two halfwits was the pick of the day, although the Sun’s Get ‘em off (next to a picture of lineswoman Sian Massey dancing in something skimpy) was a bit of an own goal.
I’d been wondering when Andy Burton was going to get a kicking for his part.
Gray is a footballer so knows no better. Richard Keys would have got in on the “changing room crack” and gone native ages ago. But at least he had the nous to apologise.
But Burton had no excuse. As a professional broadcaster, he should have known better than to get caught like Rooney by an Accrington offside trap.
Also, the fun of these spats is the way everyone gets involved: from the dragging up of Ron Atkinson’s racism to Kenny Dalglish, whose daughter used to present for Sky, distancing himself by saying he hadn’t even noticed that the lino whose every decision every manager scrutinises every match was female.
The most hilarious element was the Independent’s Andy Townsend own goal.
As for Gray. Wish I’d upped the stakes on the tenner. Sorry, but what a pillock.
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