Like r0b, I’m the new kid on The Standard’s block. Sounds like he got the cool initiation. I, on the other hand, had to go to a three hour meeting and, under brutal interrogation, denounce all my previous boyfriends with dubious political credentials. Plus they made me bring a plate.
But I made it and I’m looking forward to going forward with The Standard team.
Speaking of which, if you missed this on National Radio’s Media Watch yesterday you missed a treat. This is Irish broadcaster Joe O’Connor venting on RTE’ – Drivetime (but gently and with an accent to die for) on a particularly meaningless piece of corporate jargon:
…So we pretend that we know what we’re doing going forward and maybe they won’t notice going forward. And how come when things start going forward for a bank or a property developer my gas bills seems to be going upwards and my pay going downwards and my pension going spiralling in ever decreasing circles until it disappears up it’s own structural readjustment….
And, so I learn from Ewen Morris on Public Address that Joe is Sinead’s brother. Talented whanau.