BY MATTHEW CORRIGAN I don’t like Facebook. I don’t like the insidious way it has crept into every aspect of our social lives, I don’t like that it has succeeded in turning invite into a noun and inbox into a verb and I don’t like the way it has democratised stupidity. hun x Yet with all the shabby hypocrisy of an A-list celebrity preaching about … Continue reading Facebook No Mindbender
BY MATTHEW CORRIGAN With each year that passes I grow increasingly aware that very little of what I supposedly learned at school has survived the perilous trek to adulthood. Memories remain, of course; some of them indelibly etched, as in acid, on the metaphorical brass of my consciousness, where they will remain until the day my mind finally deserts me. But too many more are … Continue reading Bonfire Night
BY MATTHEW CORRIGAN I suppose it might have escaped your notice, but yesterday the BBC released details of how much it pays its on-air talent*. Once the news began to seep out, one or two people were rather put out. A handful of them turned to social media and began to express their displeasure… Hang on. Let’s do this properly… At eleven in the morning … Continue reading Beelzebeeb
BY MATTHEW CORRIGAN On Saturday mornings I like to rise early, pedal to the newsagent and pick up a copy of the Telegraph (I know, I know, The Times knocks it into a cocked hat these days, but I like an hour of relaxation with a broadsheet and the only other option would be the Guardian – hardly conducive to relaxing). Today was no different; … Continue reading Game Of Groans
BY MATTHEW CORRIGAN With the holiday season descending and the post-Brexit Pound having found a more realistic level, we may well soon be seeing an influx of foreign tourists to our shores. As ever, they will be most welcome. Seasoned visitors to the UK will be only too aware of our dismal performance when it comes to foreign languages, and will very likely have a … Continue reading A Guide To Post Millennial English
BY MATTHEW CORRIGAN Along with millions of people across the UK, I woke up to truly harrowing scenes reminiscent of Pathe Newsreel footage from the Blitz. It was startlingly obvious that the fire had ripped through the building with terrifying speed, and that those poor souls still waving desperately from their windows were in the gravest of danger. Broadcast directly to the nation’s breakfast table, … Continue reading Grenfell
