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Sad News: No GocStock!
So yes, we’ve a hung parliament. This isn’t a political blog, so I’ll just say that hopefully it bodes well for the UK, it’s people and its economy.
Moving on, in some bad, bad news for lovers of small, boutique festivals, a great one has been cancelled this (what would have been its fifth) year. Very, very sad. GocStock, a weekend I’ve enjoyed every year since its inception will no longer be going ahead. It was set to be the biggest GocStock so far, had a fantastic Jabberwocky theme in place, moved to a larger site and even had The Holloways headlining. But all that is for nothing now.
Why is GocStock much-loved? Well take a look at the below video You’ll see me on there at some point waxing lyrical (and sporting a rather nice, borrowed, beret!):
GocStock is dead, long-live GocStock! Hopefully, it will be back next year…
General Election 2010: The Front Pages
OH JESUS CHRIST…
*weeps*
The Guardian has the others here.
This election isn’t going to be fun is it?
Bye Bye The Sun
I will never read The Sun again. Why?:
Not because the editorial is Pro-Tory (this time round) – though the paper’s Murdoch-inspired fancies have been made crystal throughout this General Election race (and I find blatantly politically biased news coverage like a puss-covered shoe-iron to the face). But because of the above front page, and the inside ‘Page 3′ as detailed here.
Not only are both pages a shambolic attempt to sway voters of tomorrow’s Election in the most patronising and pop-culture pandering way possible, but they highlight The Sun’s clear disregard for the public’s ability to make an informed personal choice. It’s horrific, it truly is, and if I could find more words to express my disgust, rage and downright incredulity at the gall of supposed ‘reporters’, ‘editors’ and ‘newspaper journalists’ behind this copy I would. But it leaves me virtually speechless, thinking only of the letters ‘F’ and ‘O’ and with this message to the nation’s ‘favourite read’.
‘Britain’s Got…A Brain. Now sod off, and don’t ever darken my door again. There are papers 100 times more worthy of the 20p you cost. Which is a bargain, considering none of them are anywhere that price. Now, bye, bye The Sun. And don’t let the polling station door hit your arse on the way out.
