So there is this footballer named Stephen Ireland, and last weekend he scored a goal, and promptly dropped his shorts to reveal Superman Underwear I know, not a good move, but you know, worse things happen at sea. There was the Titanic incident, crappy film or what?
In response to Ireland’s celebration many of the papers have been giving out. Whatever. But one in particular struck me as amooosing as I wandered
lonely as a cloud home. It was probably the Evening Herald as I was finished for the day which makes me suspect that it was evening time. But maybe it wasn’t. Who can say for sure. The truth is as cunning as a very cunning fox and often hides from us. Especially when memories are involved.
But this is all beside the point, the point is that it was a shitty tabloidy paper that I’m talking about.
You know the sort, jump down anyone’s throat. Print pictures of naked peoples. That sort of class operations.
So, you have that image of responsible meeja behaviour in your mind? Now, imagine what they said about Stephen Ireland’s behaviour? Will I reveal all …
They said he was crass. Which yes, he may very well have been, but I wonder did the editor think about the colour of pots and kettles, or what happens when you toss stones about and live in a glass house?
I’m guessing not.
Title provided by Mr. Shakespeare in Troilus and Cressida