How very odd. First there was this little item in this morning’s Strewth column in The Australian, breaking the nation-arresting news that the paper’s editor in chief and wife were separating. Good to see The Australian embracing so robust a notion of full and frank disclosure, we thought, looking forward to what would almost certainly be weekly updates of the fluctuating domestic fortunes of other News Limited staff.
This proved to be a false dawn. By this afternoon the item was conspicuously absent from the paper’s online edition. How so we wonder? Reunited? Hot make-up? No longer friends? The public has a right to know.
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Jonathan, please help me: earlier today I came across the annual Oz of the year, etc. I went out, and by the time I got back I couldn’t find it. Please give me heading, at least.
Congratulations for the amazing growth of Crikey. You must be most gratified by your success. And you do have the best cartoonists and writers in the business.
Re the strange article in the Oz. Perhaps it was a message to someone as in the Thirty-Nine steps. Strange. Very 1920’s.
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V.
Sorry Jonathon, I found it.
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V.
Dear Jonathan,
I am taking this opportunity to thank you most profoundly for your wonderful publication and to congratulations for expanding, and for introducing First Dog, Firstblogonthemoon, Bob Gosford and all the rest of an extremely talented talent. Olé, olé.
I’m glad I don’t own a newspaper (a conventional one), because you, Bernard, and everyone else at Crikey are showing everyone the way of the future. If I have a complaint it’s the fact that I can’t smell the newspaper, nor can read it when I have my morning coffee. Ha!
May you have a very Happy Christmas and a fantastically successful New Year.
Multiple cheers
Venise
PS: I’ve already wished Bernard Keane the compliments of the season.
V.
Venise
Well thanks for all of that Venise. I too can smell newspaper when I close my eyes …the smell that used to fill the old Herald building when you caught the back lift down past the second and first floors … the rumble through the floor at edition time when the presses rolled up to speed …
I’ve just got around to catching up whilst I’ve been away. Your ‘… the rumble through the floor at edition time when the presses rolled up to speed..’ Sounds so romantic and I’m glad the ’smell of newspapers’ triggered off this response.
Cheers
V.
Are we still reminiscing about the smell from the presses? If so that set a Tuesday arvo or evenings for me as I picked my way down the metal staircase beside the workshops from the editorial offices above. Even in regional areas you waited until every word and para had been subbed as you ensured your pix were cut and inserted pefectly by craft-loving compositors. How I adored putting to bed our perfections of the week. Yep its now 24 years on – but we’d beat the pants off the online illiterates now churning out half-baked headlines, stories and news with offensive, impersonal graphics. Media was better 20 years ago…just a personal opinion!
I lack the sophistication of you two, but to me the smell of newsprint on paper was just wonderful. I’m sure our sense of smell is our strongest sense. Maybe I was in love with a journo. Now there’s a thought.
Re your comment about on-line illiterates. Spot on.
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