Boyfriend thinks it’s terrible that I don’t pay much attention to the news.
Part of him thinks I’m bluffing when I say ‘who?’ to everything he says, but I’m not, I just don’t particularly want to spend a great deal of time reading about awful things that I can’t do anything about. Sometimes I will say to him ‘read me out the nice news’, but there isn’t any, so he will start telling me about some country or other that has nuclear weapons and I will have to say ‘ssshhh!’ loudly and put my hands over my ears.
Local news though, local news is a different matter. Local news makes me laugh. It light-hearted and fun and often features stories about plucky pensioners taking matters into their own hands. I’m never quite sure what the matters are, but there is always a nice ‘thumbs up’ photograph to go with the piece. Or thumbs down of course if it’s a bit of a sad story, like said plucky pensioner having lost their beloved budgie.
I’ve worked for a local newspaper before and I know just how desperate things get, which probably explains this story that I found on Twitter via soozworld:
Then of course who can forget the hedgehog trapped in a bag story?
In the Bristol Post this weekend I found another couple that made me laugh quite a lot. First up was this one about a children’s wooden railway manufacturer being turned down to run the West Coast Mainline. Personally I think it would have been quite amusing to see station staff replaced by life-sized wooden models of The Fat Controller, but hey ho, that’s probably why I’m not the Prime Minister:
And finally, there was this story about a banned driver in court. The story in itself isn’t funny, but wait until you get about two-thirds of the way down. Surely the whole experience had been humiliating enough for him without reference to his man bag? Talk about rubbing salt in the wounds. That reporter clearly took a dislike to him:
You see? That’s all much more entertaining than the situation in Syria isn’t it?