Sunday, April 23, 2006

They seek him here...

They seek him there,
Those bloggers seek him everywhere.
Is he gone insane or just gone awry,
That damn'd, elusive Col. Myers?

Ok, ok, we had to stoop to half ryhme, but the sentiment holds. Quo vadis, Colonel? Your public needs you.

It has been three whole weeks since Cruiskeen Eile had a fresh outrage from the Colonel's quill with which to amuse itself, and we were beginning to fear that we had chased him from the national stage. But we reckoned without his plucky spirit. One does not steep oneself in the glorious lore of the thin red line without learning a thing or two about the true meaning of doughtiness, and the Colonel it appears has departed the field merely to make tactical manouevres on the enemy's flank. According to the Sunday Business Post (hat tip, Dossing Times), Mr. Myers has put the heart crossways in Madam Editrix and is at an advanced stage in negotiations with the Irish Independent.

If the Colonel does decamp to open up a new front in the fight to restore the patriarchy to its rightful place in society, it will be fascinating to see what the effect is on the respective circulations of each organ.

Stay tuned, folks. The party is just getting started up in here.


Blogger Simon said...

It will be interesting. I guess he will bring some readers to the papers.

By readers I meant people who like to write letters to papers. half the letters page is about him what will they do ?

2:54 a.m.  
Anonymous Major Sir Henry Bullingham-Smythe said...

White Feather behaviour, sirrah. The fellows in the mess are most unamused at this show of cowardice in the face of the natives.

It won't do at all, as I remarked to the CO's wife this morning on my walk. Something shall need to be done. And we're not sure that young Lance Corporal Waghorne's quite got the military bearing - that certain resolute jaw, the steely glint in his eye that served us so well on the Somme, the fetishistic fascination with weapons - that we need for this post in the Pale.

1:19 p.m.  
Anonymous EWI said...

Dickie updates:

Update 1: Never write late at night. Several people have taken that last paragraph as some sort of application, which has amused me no end. It's nothing of the sort. I didn't have anyone in mind but was thinking of the likes of Andrew Lynch or Gwen Halley or Mark Dooley or one of the other well-established, original, talented right of centre writers out there who are fresh and young enough not be predictable. It's the age thing that I was concerned with and which I think is important. Most of the columnists in the IT have been writing there for a decade or so. They badly need someone whose formative political experiences were later than the Arms Trial.

So not only are the IT staff lefties, but they're dinosaur lefties as well. Entirely missing the point that a columnist post in the 'serious' papers (a category from which we can safely exclude the tabloid Oirish Daily Mail) is awarded in great part based on experience and breadth of knowledge (a lesson sadly unlearned still, by the continued existence of SN).

1:35 p.m.  
Blogger Copernicus said...

There's no getting away from the fact that Richard is a terrible, terrible writer not to mention gaffe prone and somewhat reckless with facts.

He seems to have no idea of the way words fit together to create meaning. The sentence "my Nobel prize nomination" for example doesn't mean what he thinks it means. And he uses the expression "skip a generation" (at least so he claims) where he means to say the next generation. It's a pretty sad state of affairs that this muddle and ambiguity is ignored by the people responsible for choosing contributors to Magill, the Daily Oirish Mail etc.

Hell in a handcart, lads. Hell in a handcart.

2:14 p.m.  
Anonymous EWI said...

He seems to have no idea of the way words fit together to create meaning. The sentence "my Nobel prize nomination" for example doesn't mean what he thinks it means.

I agree (and so did his commenters). It should instead read "my nominee for the Nobel prize" in order to, err, make sense.

2:17 p.m.  
Anonymous Stellanova said...

I was just talking last night about the truly shoddy standard of writing in Magill, and how at least with a right wing publication like the Wall Street Journal, you can disagree passionately with what they say but acknowledge that they can express their horrible ideas well. They're evil but they're not stupid. Whereas Magill....well, the covers all look like they were done by someone on the staff's 17 year old niece who's "very good at art" and most of the content has the insight and authority of a college magazine. So Little Richard is quite at home there!

Anyway, I rejoice at the idea of the Colonel moving on to pastures new (ie a paper I never buy) - if he does, there will be no chance of me reading his noxious words by accident when looking at the letters page. I hope that Cruiskeen Eile will follow him there, though.

3:53 p.m.  
Anonymous Stellanova said...

I hope that Cruiskeen Eile will follow him there, though.

Um, by which I meant that you would continue to report on his doings, not that you would head off into oblivion.

3:53 p.m.  
Blogger Copernicus said...

Yeah, that last sentence read like "Go to hell, CE!"

We all write so beautifully of course and no one at Magill will giz a job. Although I have it on good authority that if you catch him in his cups, Mr. Delaney will be happy to offer you a start.

4:04 p.m.  
Anonymous Stellanova said...

Well, you know, if you really did want to sell your soul to the right-wing press, a photographer who has done some work for the Oirish Mail told me the other day that the noxious rag is having such trouble finding Irish writers who are willing to contribute to the loathsome paper that even the "Oirish" content is mostly being written by British hacks. I found this strangely heartening - even though there really isn't enough well-paying freelance work to go round, no one can bring themselves to write for the Mail. I wonder do the editors and publishers who put so much money effort into the Oirish launch ever regret the decades of printing anti-Irish bile?

5:31 p.m.  
Blogger Fergal Crehan said...

The whole point of blogs is of course that everyone can do it. And yet you sometimes wish that everyone wouldn't. I can think of one or two reasonably big fish in the small Irish blog pond who quite simply can't write. I'm talking about basics, like bad or even non-existent punctuation, as well as poor grammar and clunky phrasing. And yet some people think it's bad form to point this out. I can't sing, so I don't force myself on people by busking on Grafton Street. If only semi-literate bloggers would follow suit.

7:23 p.m.  
Anonymous EWI said...

"P.S. You're the guy I want to see in the Irishman's Diary. There's no one in Ireland who consistently writes as well as you.
Mark Humphrys | Homepage | 04.24.06 - 12:55 pm | # "

I'm in a rush over lunchtime, so I'll just throw this one out there as something which made my morning ;-)

1:24 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And the reply by Richard to the above is to die for:

Mark, if you'd be so kind, would you be able for you to email me sometime?

I think that I can work out what he's trying to say...

3:33 p.m.  
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