The tabloid press is outraged at the possibility that there might be some strikes at the same time as the Royal Wedding in April.
If most films made in the West today are bad, it's becuase they are made to a formula. The formula is simple - big name stars, exotic locations, a hit song to promote the film, simple stories, directors who have clocked up a number of hits, and massive advertising campaigns. These days the stories don't even have to be new, we're in the age of sequelitis...
Anyone who has ever thumbed through a copy of Rupert Murdoch's The Sun newspaper would be hard-pressed to find any worthwhile contribution to British cultural life contained within its pages.
The gulf between what happened on student protests and what is reported by the mainstream media is reaching absurd proportions.
In 1917, after the October revolution, the Bolsheviks immediately published all the secret treaties of both the Tsarist government and the unelected provisional government of the February revolution.
The Evening Standard (which, since it became a free-sheet, is read daily by countless London commuters) has been on a crusade recently to consistently outdo itself by publishing ever more vitriolic condemnation of any group of workers who have the temerity to object to cuts.
Did anyone watch the Dispatches doc 'What's the point of the unions?'.
Up until two months ago, Tony Blair could do no wrong. He was the golden boy of the media, and you would have been hard pressed to find a word said against him in even the most right-wing newspapers.
The Evening Standard, The Sun and other right-wing rags were full this week of the ‘story’ that RMT General Secretary hurled abuse at Morecambe’s manager at a match with Dagenham and Redbridge.
Reading the lyrics of the rock band, Rage against the Machine, was probably my first real exposure to radical ideas. My 13 year old self would doubtless have viewed the victory of the band’s ‘Killing in the Name’ in a chart race for Christmas number one against manufactured karaoke drivel like the X Factor as a triumphant prelude to the imminent revolutionary destruction of capitalism. Assuming there still are some 13 year olds somewhere in Britain who feel the same today, I am happy for them.