Archive for February, 2008

Breaking News from London Headquarters

February 22, 2008

We tried something new. Breaking News via the webcam. And it has to be said, I was quicker online than on the radio.

See for yourself and let me know whether this is a commendable attempt to be really quick, to the point and begs for more, or totally stupid and should be banned.

Breaking News via the webcam

Click on the pic for the story and the webcam-video

Fidel 2.0

February 19, 2008

Compadre Fidel Castro announces his resignation as Cuban president on a website.

On a website. I rest my case.

Show me that bag, Mister Maniac

February 18, 2008

May I introduce… The complete NOS London Bureau.

On my back. Your tax euros at work…

In the shadow of the babes

February 6, 2008

Always an easy goal to score: Using audio from long ago. In this case historical material of the Busby Babes, the eight young Manchester United players who died in Munchen. Today is the fiftieth anniversary.

News is news

You may listen back to my ‘klankbeeld’ or ‘audio palette’ about the tragedy, which aired on Dutch radio.

However, I would also appreciate if you’d glance over eight other names of colleagues who perished that day.

  • Alf Clarke – journalist, Manchester Evening Chronicle
  • Don Davies – journalist, Manchester Guardian
  • George Follows – journalist, Daily Herald
  • Tom Jackson – journalist, Manchester Evening News
  • Archie Ledbrooke – journalist, Daily Mirror
  • Henry Rose – journalist, Daily Express
  • Eric Thompson – journalist, Daily Mail
  • Frank Swift – journalist, News of the World
  • I Love Paper (3)

    February 5, 2008

    I love paper, mainly because of the written word. Long pieces, short articles, just playing around with language. Which you can do online, on tv or on radio. But on paper, it’s just… art.

    Ernest Hemingway won his ten dollar bet that he could write a life story is six words by coming up with:

    For sale, baby shoes. Never worn.

    Shiver down my spine, when I heard it for the umpteenth time on BBC’s Today this morning. Someone had started a similar contest. Come up with your own. Been done before, here in England and of course in Hemingway’s America.

    It is fun, and I’m always looking for these kind of sentences in news paper articles. Which is why I love paper. What paper? Well pick your own, based on how Jim Hacker in Yes Minister put it: Don’t tell me about the press. I know exactly who reads the papers:

    * The Daily Mirror is read by people who think they run the country;

    * The Guardian is read by people who think they ought to run the country;

    * The Times is read by people who actually do run the country;

    * The Daily Mail is read by the wives of the people who run the country;

    * The Financial Times is read by people who own the country;

    * The Morning Star is read by people who think the country ought to be run by another country;

    * And the Daily Telegraph is read by people who think it is.

    Sir Humphrey: Prime Minister, what about the people who read the Sun?

    Bernard Woolley: Sun readers don’t care who runs the country, as long as she’s got big tits.

    (Alert reader Bram sent these quotes by way of my NOS blog. Thanks.)

    Blogging to stay awake

    February 4, 2008

    The wife’s asleep, which is understandable since it is close to 1.30 a.m. But she is the big New York Giants fan, and who knows: The Giants might beat the Patriots in the Super Bowl. I’m the one who is watching, and yes, I will probably stay awake until 3.30 a.m. or whenever it becomes clear the Patriots will win after all.

    Super Bowl XLII

    While watching the game, I am writing a chapter for a book about ‘The Making of Journalism’. More precisely, I’m trying to write it. Should be about 4,000 words, but I’m stuck at 743 words. It’s supposed to be about blogging, but the game is too distracting, so I’m taking the opportunity to check in on the New York Times-site.

    They’re blogging about the game. I read and ‘meet’ folks from all over the world. Australia, Mongolia, Italy, Singapore and other countries. I leave a message (nr. 117). Do I feel connected? Do I feel part of a world wide community? Do I learn from other bloggers? No, not really. I am just trying to stay awake.

    3.07 a.m. Oh boy, was it worth it!!! The lady woke up from my screaming…