Honeybee
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Famous in the UK as the man sacked for running faked pictures of UK troops torturing Iraqi civillian (only for it to turn out that they did), Morgan has been editor of two best-selling tabloid papers (before he was 30).
This is a bit of a page-turner. It's written in the form of a diary so is very easy to read. Morgan comes across as incredibly smug and self-serving and with a skin slightly thicker than that of a rhinocerous. But I suspect those are all necessary qualities in a successful tabloid editor. There's lots of 'I felt sorry for her, but it was such a great story we just had to run it' type justification, when I don't really think feeling sorry ever came into it. If it did, he wouldn't have been there. There's also an awful lot of name-dropping – tea with the Blairs; lunch with the Browns; dinner with Marco (Pierre White); drinks with Richard (Branson); getting Paul and Heather together; and so on. Which is rich as he criticises others for doing exactly the same thing. Tellingly, the birth of his sons gets one line, a lunch with Tony and Cherie gets several pages.
There seemed to be an awful lot going on in the world of tabloid reporting – Diana's death; Paula Yates's suicide; September 11th; the war in Iraq; etc. And it's interesting to be reminded of these things and think about where you were at the time.
It's a good read, and a must-read for anyone interested in tabloid journalism. Surprisingly though, it's exceptionally badly edited. He should have got his old Mirror production team to have a read though . . .
This is a bit of a page-turner. It's written in the form of a diary so is very easy to read. Morgan comes across as incredibly smug and self-serving and with a skin slightly thicker than that of a rhinocerous. But I suspect those are all necessary qualities in a successful tabloid editor. There's lots of 'I felt sorry for her, but it was such a great story we just had to run it' type justification, when I don't really think feeling sorry ever came into it. If it did, he wouldn't have been there. There's also an awful lot of name-dropping – tea with the Blairs; lunch with the Browns; dinner with Marco (Pierre White); drinks with Richard (Branson); getting Paul and Heather together; and so on. Which is rich as he criticises others for doing exactly the same thing. Tellingly, the birth of his sons gets one line, a lunch with Tony and Cherie gets several pages.
There seemed to be an awful lot going on in the world of tabloid reporting – Diana's death; Paula Yates's suicide; September 11th; the war in Iraq; etc. And it's interesting to be reminded of these things and think about where you were at the time.
It's a good read, and a must-read for anyone interested in tabloid journalism. Surprisingly though, it's exceptionally badly edited. He should have got his old Mirror production team to have a read though . . .