Spot the difference
So Sean Hoskins at the Chronic thinks we're "infuriating, hilarious [and] right on the button" at least some of the time, but finds that "the 30% of the time the bloggsters get the facts fuddled irks a little".
He looks more like a pig dog than a poddle, he complains. We think he's being a little hard on himself, as the illustration above... well, illustrates. Of course we didn't call him a poodle, some unkind commenter did. We'd characterise him more as a big bounding Afghan Hound. He chases the balls thrown by the Diva and sometimes races off with them and gives them instead to the opposition. So let's compromise and call him a mongrel. In the nicest possible way, of course.
Personally, we've admired Sean ever since he and a mate turned up at the bubbly-fuelled, Diva-funded party to celebrate the referendum, and after reputedly consuming a few refreshing ales, behaved just as you'd expect any self-respecting members of the Fourth Estate to behave at such a non-event, much to the Diva's chagrin.
Rumour is, that after the smeared mascara was replaced a quivering Diva complained to Maslin and may even have threatened him with the Press Council. And yes, Sean was called a larrikin reporter by the Mayoress. And if anyone has a long-standing experience of observing bad male behaviour, it would be her.
We'd even go so far as to admit that had Sean been on deck last weekend, the Monday story on GK leaving town might have been considerably more informative.
In fact, if we had the time, we'd start a "Sean for Editor" campaign. But then again, that might be part of the 30% of the time we got it completely fuddled.
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It was I, anonymous, who made the poodle remark. I was talking about the way Sean is being hobbled by his editors, and speculating as to how he might feel about it. A bit like poking a caged animal, I admit.
Poking with a stick, that is.
The mayoress didn't call Sean Hoskins a larrkin journo - it was the mayor at a council meeting.
Larrikin Poodle. Wear it as a badge of honour Sean.
The mayoress didn't call Sean Hoskins a larrkin journo - it was the mayor at a council meeting.
But it was Sean himself who says in his column: "...especially seeing his Mayoress called me a larrikin reporter not so long ago".
Surely he can't have mixed up the Mayor and Mayoress! One has hot flushes, wears make-up, and is prone to tantrums, while... ohhhhhhh...
We stand corrected.
perhaps Sean wrote "His mayoralness" and the subs "corrected" him.
I think Sean could mix just about anything up if he put his mind to it.
And just a word of caution: after the Diva's party I saw Mr Hoskins, the mayor & his "press secretary" disappear off into the mayor's office for private drinkies. He is no friend of the arts.
Yes, I didn't onserve Mr Hoskins being other than very friendly at the Diva's party. He was with a mate of his who was English and the photographer and they were lads yes, but vroom-vroom lads.
Hoskins knows which side his bread's buttered: a good union man.
Actually Sean Hoskins does his job on very limited resources and an even more limited salary. Who's work in newspapers? The pay is crap, the respect non-existent and everybody moans at you.
Sean gets plenty of respect, and incouragement, sometimes in the form of a spur to his flank. At least he's not working in PR. Those assholes might earn more, but then they have to eat shit every evening, chanting yum yum.
'incouragement'?
Get rid of the illiterate.
Has to be a dumb Dutton ...
Personal attack? Has to be the incompetent, Laws.
No, Dutton - not Laws. Me. Piss off back to pommy land if you don't like Wanganui.
What's this got to do with me? Go fantasise about someone else.
Get a job first, Matt.
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