08 May, 2007

Journojism

I have pretty much given up on bothering with journalists when it comes to reporting on anything that requires a smidgen of understanding. If it has 'owt to do with science then New Scientist or Scientific American are a good place to start, rather than a newspaper or the telly.

But I've always kind of assumed that the sports coverage was of a higher calibre. The papers just seem so obsessed with it, football, rugby, cricket and the Telegraph's in-depth coverage of tennis for a fortnight every year (transparent puff pieces on nubile young female players lavishly illustrated in colour).

Nope it's just as poor. Anybody who had even a passing interest in MotoGP last season will remember that Rossi had a problem caused by a combination of too much front grip and a stiff chassis - causing the front of the bike to 'chatter' under braking, even the birds in the trees knew about it. This well known nugget of intelligence seems to have passed by the Times scribbler...

Here he is quoting Jerry Burgess, Rossi's technical director and helping us all out with his analysis in brackets.
“Yamaha didn’t give him what he needed and a little bit more at any one race would have been enough. “We had a chatter [motorcycle intercom] problem all year
Needless to say intercom systems aren't even allowed in MotoGP.

10 Step to the white courtesy phone:

Blogger MadMondo shout your mess

Word whores. When they're not passing off some PR puff as their own copy they're usually found drunkenly mangling facts, quoting interviewees out of context or just plain inventing stuff to fill up the huge blank page that fills their waking nightmare.

A friend used to share a flat with one at Uni. He put together a centre page spread in the local daily on a national disaster by drinking a few bottles of wine and smoking three packs of tabs while watching some incoherent live TV coverage and imagining what it might be like. Last I heard he was butchering the truth for one of the broadsheets.

They also love being reminded that general public respects them about as much as they respect Estate Agents.

May 08, 2007 5:00 pm

 
Blogger Chris shout your mess

Sounds like my perfect job - review a show/car/human rights trial without leaving your bedroom.

May 09, 2007 7:20 am

 
Blogger WhiteBoyBob shout your mess

I have maintained for many a year that if one knows anything about a subject, no matter how little, then a journalist is easily found out. I know someone who used to be a journalist, and he is a bullshit artist of the first order. If he doesn’t know about something, he just makes it up as he goes along.

I like the new look btw.

May 10, 2007 11:10 am

 
Blogger WhiteBoyBob shout your mess

Argh! Too many commas.

May 10, 2007 10:09 pm

 
Blogger Chris shout your mess

A bear, goes into, a pub...


Though this old place needed a spring clean.

May 11, 2007 7:24 am

 
Blogger Chris shout your mess

Georgio Ramoda is my mutha fuckin beyatch

May 12, 2007 1:11 am

 
Blogger MadMondo shout your mess

Who he?

May 12, 2007 12:13 pm

 
Blogger Chris shout your mess

Ah, that'll be WhiteBoyBob posting in my name whilst drunk.

I think he was trying to write Giorgio Moroder, synth artiste.

Gergio Ramoda sounds like a zombie movie director

May 12, 2007 1:08 pm

 
Blogger MadMondo shout your mess

Ah yes - the 'mutha fuckin beyatch' is a dead giveaway.

May 12, 2007 11:34 pm

 
Blogger MadMondo shout your mess

Also sounds like an iffy aftershave from a pavement perfumier.

May 12, 2007 11:36 pm

 

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