Showing posts with label metro moronity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metro moronity. Show all posts

Thursday, 29 October 2009

How bollocks spreads in the world of Web 2.0, with Iain Dale

Part three of our infrequent guide to reporting the news.

This week: social media

The dead-tree press is increasingly using so-called "social media" to promote content. It can be a daunting, confusing, often sticky experience, but using the "internet", or "webb", to your advantage is becoming an important part of proper journalism (the kind you read in newspapers).

With just four simple steps you'll be able to force your made up rubbish into the faces of millions of "surfers" - your editor will thank you for the extra readers!

Step 1: Make up some nonsense as usual, either by literally just inventing a story or by twisting some new directive/announcement/press release beyond all recognition to fit your agenda. In our example, we'll take a rather boring guideline update issued by Watford Council and pretend it's politicalcorrectnessgonemad. Add the keyword "paedophile" if the story involves children to really get people going.


Step 2: Once your piffle has been published, the fun begins! Ensure that readers are unable to vent their outrage (or correct you) on the article itself by turning comments off, but adding super-handy "meeja" buttons. This will encourage people to rant about your article in other internetual places, thus compelling others to visit your page to see what all the fuss is about.


Note: Don't give people the option to share your story on Twitter - it's a dangerous place where agendas are picked apart by orchestrated mobs and the truth uncovered by annoying web pixies. You're far safer with more modern options like MySpace and Fark.

Step 3: Syndicate and localize your content. By sending your story to local news comics like the London Metro, you make it seem like politicalcorrectnessgonemad is truly on your readers' doorstep. The more scared or angry they are, the more likely they are to share it when they get home or to the office.


Step 4: Now it's time to let your imaginary case of politicalcorrectnessgonemad go viral. This can be a frightening prospect - what if one of these interweb people finds out it's all a load of invented rubbish? What if the council itself issues a statement revealing that you made it up? Not to worry! You can rely on the heavy-weight bloggers (the same ones, coincedentally, we promote as the foremost authorities on blogging), to be taken in by your story however nonsensical it is!


By this point you can rest assured that your agenda was so compelling that the internet people were willing to lack past the gaping holes in reason and ignore the vast chasms of bollocks upon which your story was based. The important thing - the subtext - has gone viral.

Step 5: The beauty of "social media" is that there is no step 5! Sit back and relax as the heavyweight bloggers who didn't bother to check if your story was actually true twitter it for you. Your made up bollocks will now be discussed, retweeted and relinked by the blogger's friends and associates - your imaginary case of politicalcorrectnessgonemad has become real.

It's important to remember that making your story go viral with "social media" is mainly about appearing innovative and cutting edge rather than actually increasing traffic by any meaningful amount. In this case, for instance, we only gained 63 extra visits and half of those were probably people laughing at Iain Dale for recycling made up news. Such are the dangers of Twitter.

But don't lose heart! The important thing is that your story got re-recycled in the blogosphere and commenters blindly agreed with their blogger lord that, yes, politicalcorrectness has indeed gonemad. Even if those readers didn't visit your story, you still managed to indirectly convince them that Britain is going to hell in a handcart and it's all the fault of those darn lefties.

Result!

Update: Bonus churnalism from the Graun and Heresy Corner (tagline: 'Countering complacency, received opinions and incoherant thought')

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

Metro on: Pixelated Lap Dances


Strippers can do it virtually

Huzzah!

Note: Unfortunately, the Metro reserves its moronity only for its printed rag.

The online version usually runs with a more sensible (therefore less entertaining) version. I guess someone realises after rushing their copy out, 'Oh no, that headline's terrible!'

The wonders of digital publishing.

Anyway, if anyone knows where to get scans of Metro pages, let me know.

* Update *

If you want to see the tripe in all its poorly sub-edited glory, do what Tim says below. In future I'll link to that with a page reference.

Maybe.

Monday, 3 November 2008

Metro on: Ink, Noses and Xmas

A triple whammy of moronity today, over three consecutive pages of Metro rubbishness.

Live and let dye (for your thighs only)

Bloke gets a James Bond tattoo. Metro tries to fit as many terrible Bond puns into a headline as humanly possible. Turn the page....

Do you nose what Charles is smelling on his tour?

Prince Charles smells something on a tour of Asia. 'Nose' sounds like 'know'. Clever. Next page...

Yule never believe it...

Yep, another 'Christmas is banned' story. The Mail is running one today (see below), so scruffy little brother Metro must follow. Note the superfluous use of ellipsis, adding nothing to the headline whatsoever, other than poor syntax...

P.S. Apologies for the lack of links. The Metro is a bit too pants to actually update their website with their own printed content. You just can't get the staff these days.

Monday, 27 October 2008

Metro on: Elf 'n' safety and ancient laws


Now health and safety trumps Magna Carta

You can always guage just how sensible an article will be by whether or not the headline begins with 'Now...' Like this infamous effort from The Express, for example.

Now, read in horror as the Metro tells Londoners that NOW those health and safety Nazis want to overturn that relevent, up-to-date, progressive piece of legislature, the Magna Carta - you know, the one that allows you to shoot a Yorkshire man with a crossbow if he trespasses in your local church.

It was devised in 1215. That makes it almost 800 years old. That makes it old, therefore traditional, ergo, righteous and good.

Not laughably meaningless to modern British society, oh no.

Thursday, 23 October 2008

Metro on: The End of Mankind


'Humanzee' fear after MP's embryo vote

This is it. The end of humanity. Humanzees are human-chimp hybrids by the way (personally I think 'chumpman' would be a better moniker)

Thank goodness some sensible people are standing up for our right to be humans.

More on this later, from those truth and rationality loving journalists at The Mail...

Tuesday, 21 October 2008

Metro on: Aliens and Blondes


Space invader 72-yr-old jailed for hitting out

'A terminally ill woman was jailed yesterday for breaking her neighbour's arm with a spade'.

Space invader? What does that mean Mr. Metro writer?

What's that? You just thought it sounded snappy and rushed it out to make deadline without giving any thought to whether or not it actually made any sense at all? Ah, right I see.

Good work on the clumsy use of 'hitting out' as well; where most writers would attach a subject to that phrase, you leave the sentence to tail off like lemmings over a cliff. What did she hit out at? Pfft, who gives a shit, it's only a headline.

Stop! Have some more!

Wife 'loves' boss cheat

'The celebrity wife of the head of the IMF said she still loves him despite his affair with a blonde employee.'

Blonde employee??? She is both a woman (ie a slut) AND blonde???>? WHORE! She isn't capable of (cleverly inverted) 'love'! She can only lust!

Straight out of The Daily Mail school of misogynist journalism. Yeah!

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

Metro on: Holiday romances


Foreign flings hit you in Facebook

I think, maybe, this is supposed to be some sort of play on words. As in, something hits you in the face. But why would an intangible concept, i.e., a foreign fling, hit anybody in the tangible face?

Do people use that expression when something goes awry? Maybe it's just me, but I've never heard anyone say, for example, after a bad day at work, 'Crikey, today really hit me in the face'. Furthermore, you wouldn't say anything happened in Facebook. It would happen on Facebook.

This headline is desperately wants to be witty, but manages a play on words about as well as a two year old manages to play on Mah Jong. It makes no sense, means nothing and barely registers as English.

I won't even begin to discuss how vacuous, pointless and mind-buggeringly obvious the article (which has a different headline on the website) itself is.

Monday, 13 October 2008

Metro on: Cutting edge cancer treatments


Eat jam and jelly 'to tackle cancer'

Is this headline based on any factual evidence or does it fall flat on its arse when you actually read the corresponding article?

'"You'd get some protection from eating jam but it's full of sugar. It might be better to get the same protection from fruit and vegetables, which would give you other anti-cancer magic bullets as well"', says Prof. Vic Morris, the man behind the research that resulted in this great moronolith of a headline.

He and his team aren't even sure if the magic anti-carcinogen 'in' jam and jelly even survives after being swallowed.

So yeah, it falls on its arse, misleads, and resides a good few hundred miles away from anything that might hope to be called accurate. Just another day at the Metro innit guv?