As I'm moving to Blightly in a few weeks, I was intrigued to stumble upon an article in the Independent entitled "The things that really make Britain great". Listed therein were such delights as morris dancing, alcopops and, I kid you not, readers' wives. I dare say the Independent was attempting to be amusing, but it made for quite depressing reading, more so because of what it said about the quality of journalism in the UK these days than what it revealed about British popular culture; a quite remarkable achievement. What am I letting myself in for?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Great Britain
Posted by Timorous Beastie at 8:46 AM
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The journalist was simply speaking for himself.
Maybe, but why did the editor publish it?
The Independent doesn't have much of a circulation and can't afford a big staff. They'll print anything as padding. National self-mockery is indeed an essential aspect of British culture, but this bloke doesn't do it very well or accurately.
I was surprised to find your comment on my blog. Always nice to have more international readers! How did you find me?
Hello Benicek,I don't remember how I found your blog. I've been reading (I suppose the term is lurking) there for a while. Maybe the Czech connection?
Interesting; recently I've been groaning gently every time someone tried to be witty, deliberately gormless or self-deprecating... I think it's something everyone tries to do but only a few people do really well. I wonder if that's what you noticed in the article. :-)
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