Mudman

When an evening paper arrives through your letterbox at lunchtime, can it really be an evening paper? Such is the Colchester Evening Gazette, which yesterday went to press so early it couldn’t even get the traditional ‘pretty blondes with good GCSE results picture’ on its front page. Instead it had to make to with a lame (but inspired, as in the grasping at straws sort of inspiration) shot of three of Colchester’s finest (from the High School for Girls, of course) “out on the town … for a nervous last supper” before the big day. In other words, taken the day before the big event. Excusable if the big event takes place, say, at midday, but not when it happens at 8am.
I’m old enough to remember when you could file a story (yes, I used to work there) at lunchtime and still see it in that night’s paper - and that was in the days when it was produced with the equivalent - by today’s standards - of an inky John Bull printing set. New technology was supposed to give us more editions, faster than ever before. Wonder what happened to that one?

Those of you with a nervous disposition should look away now. This is the first entry in the Mudman blog and at present we really don’t know where we’re going with it. Expect rants, whimsy, thought provocation, rambling and complete bollocks. Into the unknown…..