100 years ago...
Last year, the Grauniad sent along the two daughters of Simon Hattenstone to the (Grauniad sponsored) Hay Festival to meet some of their favourite authors in the name of attempting to find out what the book week was like for kids. This involved plenty of photographs of the two precocious darlings with their heroes, and seemed destined for their scrapbooks, as I mentioned at the time. If my memory serves correctly, Private Eye also had a short piece about it in the Street of Shame.
Today, the following comment on the post dropped into my inbox:
Well A-licks, I can only offer my profuse apologies for daring to suggest that nepotism may have been involved, and judging by your way with words, a place at the Grauniad is no doubt waiting in the wings. Congratulations!
Today, the following comment on the post dropped into my inbox:
fuck off
me and my sister wrote that article ourselves
and you must be very sad and desperate to write things like that about kids
and i dont have a fucking family album
alix h
Well A-licks, I can only offer my profuse apologies for daring to suggest that nepotism may have been involved, and judging by your way with words, a place at the Grauniad is no doubt waiting in the wings. Congratulations!
Labels: bloggocks, Grauniad bollocks, Simon Hattenstone
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