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Slow news day...

I am all for encouraging people's hobbies, but there clearly cannot be a better example of a slow news day than this here from the ABC here in Australia!
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freefalling said…
Do you ever watch The Collectors on the ABC?
My favourite collection was the human teeth collection made into sculptures.
9 July 2008 at 17:44
Gerald (SK14) said…
and so what else do I find when I check your newslink but a report about two twins who grassed their mother up for drink-driving.

What I want to know is why this was published in a newspaper on the opposite side of the globe but never made it to the local press here?
10 July 2008 at 05:06
The D in D & T said…
You've received an award :) Come over to collect it.
10 July 2008 at 08:58
Anonymous said…
BUT....have you ever taken a good look at these labels? Some of them are miniature masterpieces of graphic art.

Collecting ephemera is a legitimate means of preserving the first aspect of an era to be forgotten: common culture. It's often a more accurate reflection of life as lived by real people than the high art of the same period.

Take another look. There's some cool stuff you may never have noticed before. I bet your photographer's eye will be surprised.
10 July 2008 at 09:24
Kris McCracken said…
BZ, I agree that the stickers are nice, and I am glad that someone is going to the trouble, I just don't really understand why it came through on my "Breaking News" RSS feed from the ABC!

The D in D & T, an award? Very nice. I will have to blog on that SOON!

Gerard, I saw that story and reckon that those girls deserve a medal and front page for their actions. It is disappointing to hear that it was not reported in the place that it happened. But that's the press I guess, why report a positive story when you could complain and emphasise the negatives?

FF, I will be honest and say that I avoid The Collectors because I have had dealings with an 'expert' (HA!) on the show in the past (I had an office right next door to him), and I cannot stand the arrogant, smug pratt. In his defence (!?!), he is FAR worse in person than on TV. Can you guess who?

Grocer, strewth indeed.
10 July 2008 at 12:00
sam said…
hehe ditto my comments in the post above, poor man seriously needs to get a life! On the up side, at least he is original....
10 July 2008 at 19:12
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