But a very amusing one.
Now, I like British newspapers. I particularly like British newspaper websites; sure, the design is horrifically clunky and it’s impossible to find what you want, but you often find what you actually need (hey, is that a British informatics archetype? I seem to have heard it somewhere before). Compared to the CBC, for instance, the layout of the Guardian Online is an impeccable nested article-delivery device. Why the CBC prefers to present no more than a dozen stories on one subject area at one time, no matter how many clicks you may give it, is a mystery to all but the mandarins in Ottawa and they all get the news from their servants. But that is a communications failure rant for another time.
This time, we’re talking about (aboot?) those slight idiosyncratic variations in phrasing and meaning from one continent to the next. You know, how the British sports writing is only seemingly written in English and how we in The Americas still use the word “gotten” and that sort of thing. We’re talking about the truck/lorry issue, really.
Or if we’re not, Britain must be much more lively than I’ve always heard.
We are talking about this harmless-looking article on good places for beach and snorkling holidays with good access to clubs and nightlife. Demanding people, they are. Probably expect to get Newcastle Brown there as well, but that’s beside the point.
The point is that on the front page of The Esteemed Guardian, this article is tagged with the drop-down descriptor:
Can you answer reader questions on water sports holidays?
Well, can you? I’ll start.
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raincoaster 
you’re evil
I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way.
Huh. I’ve ben an active watersports recipient for years and didn’t know it. I’ve been pissed on at every reporting and editing job I’ve ever held.
Well, in a couple of weeks I will be heading off to Coral Bay – my favourite watersports location :)
Real salty water – – –
Being English – I don’t understand your point, Mr Raincoaster! Withholding the temptation to drop into Yorkshire dialect.
But on a serious note – Canada could have millions of tourist dollars more if it advertised itself more effectively in the UK. I live here and love the place, it literally is a home from home, yet I see that Canada is under represented over home.
And it is still a scone, not a biscuit, and a lorry not a truck. ;) :)
Well, we don’t want any tourists! We have enough to last us the winter and then in Spring we get the fresh migration of Americans and we can live off of those for months!
A scone is, of course, a scone, except to the Yanks. Where a croissant is also a crescent roll.
This post makes me want to queue up for the lift. We’ll, not really, because that just sounds dirty…Nothing you would know about, of course, n’est pas Mme. Raincoaster?
And now I can actually taste my last pint of Newcastle. Then again, it wasn’t that long ago…
Why is that chick drinking water under water?
How is her make up staying on?
Since when did mermaids wear makeup?
….and since when do fish have BELLY BUTTONS??????????
Oh, good heavens! Can’t have anything dirty around here.
diss, you’ll have to ask Derek Zoolander.
After some experience travelling I’ve learned that on the whole Brits are agressive, brash and given to getting drunk, sadly that includes the women. On one ferry crossing a group of 50-somethings made me embarrassed to be British as the middle-aged women were just as lairy as the men. God only knows where this image of us as stuffy, quiet, terribly polite and meek people came from but hey, I’m glad of it. The truth of this once proud island nation is too depressing, in it’s death throes, to contemplate. There is no such thing as ‘British’ as it once was, it means something entirely different now. We have no collective identity, we are all, individually, just getting by.
As one commenter on Mrs Dales Diary once said – the newspapers are there to sell advertising not report the news. Any news is incidental. And the pundits are there to sell advertising by promoting the corporate message as sensationally as possible, nothing more.
They’ve actually changed it on the Guardian front page now, so it says:
“Can you give advice on snorkling getaways and child-free trips?”
*feels smug*
your really triging to convenc peopel that pictur is real
do you know how to become one
What do you think this is, lycanthropy? It’s like being Jewish: You have to be BORN that way. And you can’t ever really stop.