April 2007
Monthly Archive
Point-scoring males indeed
Posted on Apr 25 2007 | Tagged as: Politics, Blogistan, The Stupid, Media
The other week, Jonathan Freedland wrote in his Guardian column that the blogosphere, in its current form, risks putting off everyone but “point-scoring males”. He compared it to a public meeting, it being obvious that nothing would ever get done if debate were conducted that way publicly. He’s right, of course.
But perhaps he should have […]
Whoop
Posted on Apr 23 2007 | Tagged as: Blowing my own trumpet
This piece has got me shortlisted for Mind’s Student Mental Health Journalist Award.
Journalistic ethics in the digital age
Posted on Apr 14 2007 | Tagged as: Raggy Dolls
Digital technology means anyone can produce unregulated journalism or PR from a laptop or a mobile phone. Do journalistic ethics, professional standards and regulation have a role in the multimedia future?
Only on the internet could a call for civility be greeted with a torrent of invective — and that’s exactly what happened this […]
Back in your tomb, you!
Posted on Apr 08 2007 | Tagged as: Religion
Today - Easter Sunday - seems an appropriate day to have discovered that one of the scheduled debates for this year’s Hay Festival is “Is Islam compatible with democracy?”, for the simple reason that perhaps a better question might be: “Is Christianity compatible with democracy?”
After all, Jesus Himself had such scant regard for the wishes […]
Lessons learned. (Or perhaps not)
Posted on Apr 06 2007 | Tagged as: Work, Censorship
Having just spent two weeks on work experience at the Pink Paper1, the best story (ie most original one) I’ve been working on turned out to be a bit of a nothing. With the benefit of hindsight, it should have been fairly obvious, and once I’d got the bit between my teeth I let myself get […]
Smoking ban
Posted on Apr 06 2007 | Tagged as: Uncategorized
I wouldn’t like to speculate how this smoking ban is going to pan out in the long run, but I’ve just got back to Cardiff from London, and the city centre (at 8pm on a friday night beginning a bank holiday weekend) is eerily quiet.