Commuting home tonight, you may spot in the London Paper a less foul-mouthed version of my Dating Website post below. Yes, I was bored and submitted it for publication.
Now I understand how it feels when real journalists bitch about people fucking with their copy. I am fine with my words getting tweaked, will allow someone to change what I’ve written for clarity’s sake, and accept that that’s all part of the game.
But when you have within the actual story an absolutely atrocious profile written by Christ-knows-who to highlight the poor quality of grammar/ people on site and that too gets re-written so that it's no longer atrocious, you've lost the whole gag that it may have been created by bored male teenagers or a Russian crime syndicate. I mean, tweak, yes, but DIDN’T YOU READ THE ARTICLE FIRST AND GET THE FUCKING POINT???
I also notice they chose not to publish my awful 6-year-old me photo. Probably wise.
Still, thanks for publishing, London Paper.