Bloggers Marr Pepys Show?…
Silly Bloggers V diligent diarists…
Andrew Marr has been in the news in the past few weeks – to start with, something of his has fallen off the back of a lorry: fifteen tonnes worth of his new book, The Making of Modern Britain, apparently, on the A4 near Reading. (Luckily, Bexley readers can still obtain copies, unsoiled by tyre marks or diesel oil…)
Secondly, the BBC political presenter and handsomely-lobed author has recently let rip at ‘Silly Bloggers’:
“Bloggers” he says “seem to be socially inadequate, pimpled, single, slightly seedy, bald, cauliflower-nosed young men sitting in their mother’s basements and ranting”…
(None of which terms, obviously, apply to your noble,unblemished and virtuous Blogbrarian…ahem)
Mr Marr continues: “This so-called citizen journalism is the spewing and ranting of very drunk people late at night…most of their blogging is too angry and too abusive…terrible things are said online, things that they wouldn’t dare say in person…”
Again, here I would stress that the Blogbrarian would never say anything terrible, is sober, measured & pure in thought and deed, and always tucked up in bed by 9.30 with a nice mug of cocoa…
However, Mr Marr’s comments did set me thinking…
What if our great diarists of the past had blogged rather than penned?
Downloaded rather than jotted?
Been at the Facebook rather than the bookface?
Would it have made a difference?...
Consider Jeffrey Archer’s prison blog?
What of The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady blogger?...
Or the secret blog of Adrian Mole?...but now we’re back to spotty youths again!
A far cry indeed from Dr Johnson's dictionary of modern life : survey, definition & justify'd lampoonery of divers contemporary phenomena, from Top Gear unto Twitter…
Which only leaves the nation’s most famous diarist, the quill-meister, the Big Daddy of the diary, the one & only Mr Samuel Pepys…Just imagine what he could have done with a Blackberry! Or perhaps not, as it transpires that he was, in fact, something a rogue, a rotter, and a dirty dog! (Read his diaries or his life story to find out the real truth)…A bounder in Bermondsey, a debtor in Deptford, a rotter in Rotherhithe, a groper in Greenwich – thank goodness he never got as far as Sidcup!
We all like a good nose into other peoples’ business though, and diaries do make great reading; we’ve got plenty in Bexley, in fact or fiction. Take a peek.
And, if you still want to be a blogger, we’ve got books to teach you how to do that, too. Try not to rant, though…or be grumpy.
So, dear readers, if you can recommend any diaries to delve into, please let us know…don’t keep ‘em a secret, add them to the ‘comments’ box below.
As for me, well it’s nearly 9.20….must finish, ready for cocoa, then - & as Mr Pepys so famously scribbled – “And so to bed”
TTFN
Silly Bloggers V diligent diarists…
Andrew Marr has been in the news in the past few weeks – to start with, something of his has fallen off the back of a lorry: fifteen tonnes worth of his new book, The Making of Modern Britain, apparently, on the A4 near Reading. (Luckily, Bexley readers can still obtain copies, unsoiled by tyre marks or diesel oil…)
Secondly, the BBC political presenter and handsomely-lobed author has recently let rip at ‘Silly Bloggers’:
“Bloggers” he says “seem to be socially inadequate, pimpled, single, slightly seedy, bald, cauliflower-nosed young men sitting in their mother’s basements and ranting”…
(None of which terms, obviously, apply to your noble,unblemished and virtuous Blogbrarian…ahem)
Mr Marr continues: “This so-called citizen journalism is the spewing and ranting of very drunk people late at night…most of their blogging is too angry and too abusive…terrible things are said online, things that they wouldn’t dare say in person…”
Again, here I would stress that the Blogbrarian would never say anything terrible, is sober, measured & pure in thought and deed, and always tucked up in bed by 9.30 with a nice mug of cocoa…
However, Mr Marr’s comments did set me thinking…
What if our great diarists of the past had blogged rather than penned?
Downloaded rather than jotted?
Been at the Facebook rather than the bookface?
Would it have made a difference?...
Consider Jeffrey Archer’s prison blog?
What of The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady blogger?...
Or the secret blog of Adrian Mole?...but now we’re back to spotty youths again!
A far cry indeed from Dr Johnson's dictionary of modern life : survey, definition & justify'd lampoonery of divers contemporary phenomena, from Top Gear unto Twitter…
Which only leaves the nation’s most famous diarist, the quill-meister, the Big Daddy of the diary, the one & only Mr Samuel Pepys…Just imagine what he could have done with a Blackberry! Or perhaps not, as it transpires that he was, in fact, something a rogue, a rotter, and a dirty dog! (Read his diaries or his life story to find out the real truth)…A bounder in Bermondsey, a debtor in Deptford, a rotter in Rotherhithe, a groper in Greenwich – thank goodness he never got as far as Sidcup!
We all like a good nose into other peoples’ business though, and diaries do make great reading; we’ve got plenty in Bexley, in fact or fiction. Take a peek.
And, if you still want to be a blogger, we’ve got books to teach you how to do that, too. Try not to rant, though…or be grumpy.
So, dear readers, if you can recommend any diaries to delve into, please let us know…don’t keep ‘em a secret, add them to the ‘comments’ box below.
As for me, well it’s nearly 9.20….must finish, ready for cocoa, then - & as Mr Pepys so famously scribbled – “And so to bed”
TTFN
