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Bush (and Blair) on the brain

Just a quick one… it’s late and I’ve still got some pieces to churn out, so I can get a head start on my Blair / Bush relationship research tomorrow. Yep, it’s three days into my work experience placement at a national Sunday paper… and I am up to my eyeballs in it. Though thoroughly enjoying the experience.

After all, it’s not often when you overhear a workplace telephone conversation (between an editor and a Middle East-based correspondent) end with “Right, give me a call back when you sort out the problems with your armoured vehicle.”

And now I can also tick off my ‘Life – to do’ list, the box marked ‘Call the White House Press Office and be stonewalled all afternoon’. The final upshot: after pestering them for the umpteenth time, I was told emphatically that the White House did not have the information I was after.

Warne-y – he’s ruuude

If anyone needed any further proof that Shane Warne should stick to cricket, drinking beer and text messaging and stay the hell away from (1) opening his mouth (2) picking up a pen and (3) most of all, commenting on ‘soccer’, you need look no further.

The Times really should have known better.

Freeview Box (& Aussie) Victory!!

Hah! Should have relied on this idiot-proof solution two days ago: turning the bedeviled piece of electronic equipment off and then on has yielded picture success! Anyway, despite being sorted out telly-wise, couldn’t resist also peeking at the GU minute-by-minute reports… err… particularly the Brazil/Japan one.

Well thank goodness Australia is through – after a messy game which will see the ref’s head roll no doubt. Still, if the Aussie-Croat connection wasn’t confusing enough, the Aussie/Italy match is going to present a whole lotta soul searching for another section of Australian society. Mind you, this could, arguably, happen at all of Australia’s upcoming matches.

Was not graced by the comments of his holy smugness Shane Warne, drafted in by the Beeb as the ‘link’ to erm… Aussie football during the Brazil/Oz match. Granted, he is a sportsman and has more than a passing acquaintance with a round ball (smaller, redder) but methinks the link is still somewhat tenuous.

The Beeb has been a tad more successful with the Brazilian link by engaging Leonardo as a pundit. Can I say, blushing quite girlishly, that Leonardo is quite the most handsome (ex) footballer ever. Although being surrounded by Alan Hansen and a bespectacled high-pitched squeaky scotsman can’t hurt. Even Gary Lineker, ageing quite nicely, fails to impact with the gleaming Brazilian around.

One step closer to becoming World President…

In case you’re not a music fan or the news has not trickled beyond the confines of the British Isles, Paul Hewson aka ‘Bono’ of U2-type fame, has added yet another string to a CV already bulging with ‘genuine bonafide stadium sell-out RAWK star’, ‘activist’, ‘environmentalist’ and ‘political big man’. The be-coloured-sunglassed one painted Tuesday’s Independent newspaper ‘RED’ during a one day stint as Editor. It seems that the Indy, always a sucker for a celeb – particularly celebs and their causes – had succumbed lock stock and barrel to one of the biggest celebs in the world and his cause. Needless to say the rather left of centre enviro-centric paper was even more chockful of doom and gloom re Africa, global warming and dying coral reefs, not to mention particularly annoying ads for ‘RED’ motorola mobile phones. Bono’s edition also featured a rather unenlightening interview of Giorgio Armani by Stella McCartney, and an interview of Eddie Izzard by Bon Bon himself which i scanned quickly through and a rather self congratulatory sanctimonious declaration that the Indy commissioned Banksy to stencil an image of a maid sweeping something (humility, perhaps?) behind a curtain on a wall in Chalk Farm.

All well and good. But does this mean I’ll have to front an internationally successful rock band, not to mention start hobnobbing with Nelson, Dubya and Tone (or Gordo, as the case may be) before I have a decent crack at editing a national?