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Got to feel for the bloke - I once posted a tame joke on Twitter years ago and it went viral and mental with hundreds of thousands of likes etc and even that stressed me the fk out, was a weird experience with all sorts of nutters suddenly in my life .
God knows how he’s feeling having humiliated himself with his own hand. Hope he’s got people looking out for him.
Got to feel for the bloke - I once posted a tame joke on Twitter years ago and it went viral and mental with hundreds of thousands of likes etc and even that stressed me the fk out, was a weird experience with all sorts of nutters suddenly in my life .
God knows how he’s feeling having humiliated himself with his own hand. Hope he’s got people looking out for him.
WTF was he thinking
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Yeh it's self inflicted, and that 'statement' is... not the best, but it's a nightmare.
Had something similar a few years ago.
I got a gig writing the Telegraph's Football on TV guide, which was basically sponsored content to highlight how many sports channels you could subscribe to on Virgin Media. They reckoned, and they were right, that there was football available on Virgin every day of the year except Christmas, so my job was basically to pick a game each day, and write something pithy about it.
Problem was, sometimes, Thursdays usually, the only game you had was some Scottish second division game on BBC Alba, so you had to write a lot about fcking Falkirk. Also, with LFW, and the day job, it was hellishly time consuming, because you had to produce copy two weeks in advance for every day of the week, it was well-paid but it was ceaseless.
Anyway running late one Friday night, day job done, match preview posted, I set to work on the next batch, tired, fed up, not really paying any attention. This was the time that Rangers had sunk into the bottom division and financially collapsed and basically couldn't stand up for falling down, so I tossed out some lazy throwaway remark trying (and failing) to be funny that may, to the untrained eye, have looked like I was accusing them all of being wife beaters. Don't ask.
It went fcking nuts. My company got besieged, Telegraph got besieged and I ended up losing the gig, they found my address on 192.com and the police had to get involved, there's still some mega 50 page message board thread out there somewhere where they're all coming for me that I've never been able to bring myself to read. It is horrible, but it was my fault.
Yeh it's self inflicted, and that 'statement' is... not the best, but it's a nightmare.
Had something similar a few years ago.
I got a gig writing the Telegraph's Football on TV guide, which was basically sponsored content to highlight how many sports channels you could subscribe to on Virgin Media. They reckoned, and they were right, that there was football available on Virgin every day of the year except Christmas, so my job was basically to pick a game each day, and write something pithy about it.
Problem was, sometimes, Thursdays usually, the only game you had was some Scottish second division game on BBC Alba, so you had to write a lot about fcking Falkirk. Also, with LFW, and the day job, it was hellishly time consuming, because you had to produce copy two weeks in advance for every day of the week, it was well-paid but it was ceaseless.
Anyway running late one Friday night, day job done, match preview posted, I set to work on the next batch, tired, fed up, not really paying any attention. This was the time that Rangers had sunk into the bottom division and financially collapsed and basically couldn't stand up for falling down, so I tossed out some lazy throwaway remark trying (and failing) to be funny that may, to the untrained eye, have looked like I was accusing them all of being wife beaters. Don't ask.
It went fcking nuts. My company got besieged, Telegraph got besieged and I ended up losing the gig, they found my address on 192.com and the police had to get involved, there's still some mega 50 page message board thread out there somewhere where they're all coming for me that I've never been able to bring myself to read. It is horrible, but it was my fault.
Yeh it's self inflicted, and that 'statement' is... not the best, but it's a nightmare.
Had something similar a few years ago.
I got a gig writing the Telegraph's Football on TV guide, which was basically sponsored content to highlight how many sports channels you could subscribe to on Virgin Media. They reckoned, and they were right, that there was football available on Virgin every day of the year except Christmas, so my job was basically to pick a game each day, and write something pithy about it.
Problem was, sometimes, Thursdays usually, the only game you had was some Scottish second division game on BBC Alba, so you had to write a lot about fcking Falkirk. Also, with LFW, and the day job, it was hellishly time consuming, because you had to produce copy two weeks in advance for every day of the week, it was well-paid but it was ceaseless.
Anyway running late one Friday night, day job done, match preview posted, I set to work on the next batch, tired, fed up, not really paying any attention. This was the time that Rangers had sunk into the bottom division and financially collapsed and basically couldn't stand up for falling down, so I tossed out some lazy throwaway remark trying (and failing) to be funny that may, to the untrained eye, have looked like I was accusing them all of being wife beaters. Don't ask.
It went fcking nuts. My company got besieged, Telegraph got besieged and I ended up losing the gig, they found my address on 192.com and the police had to get involved, there's still some mega 50 page message board thread out there somewhere where they're all coming for me that I've never been able to bring myself to read. It is horrible, but it was my fault.
That of course wouldn't have happened in the days when there were sub-editors.
That of course wouldn't have happened in the days when there were sub-editors.
Absolutely. I'm very, very lucky that the day job not only has sub editors, but invests in retaining the best of the best and is currently recruiting more. I came through local papers at a time when they got rid of them all, so you've got 23 year old me coming back from a murder trial posting copy straight onto a public website. Insane situation.
Has the video disappeared. I have looked at Twitter and can see a ton of tweets but no clear idea of what actually happened…other than some QPR fan’s GF did something pretty inappropriate with an 18 year old? Why has it gone viral? What am I missing?
Yeh it's self inflicted, and that 'statement' is... not the best, but it's a nightmare.
Had something similar a few years ago.
I got a gig writing the Telegraph's Football on TV guide, which was basically sponsored content to highlight how many sports channels you could subscribe to on Virgin Media. They reckoned, and they were right, that there was football available on Virgin every day of the year except Christmas, so my job was basically to pick a game each day, and write something pithy about it.
Problem was, sometimes, Thursdays usually, the only game you had was some Scottish second division game on BBC Alba, so you had to write a lot about fcking Falkirk. Also, with LFW, and the day job, it was hellishly time consuming, because you had to produce copy two weeks in advance for every day of the week, it was well-paid but it was ceaseless.
Anyway running late one Friday night, day job done, match preview posted, I set to work on the next batch, tired, fed up, not really paying any attention. This was the time that Rangers had sunk into the bottom division and financially collapsed and basically couldn't stand up for falling down, so I tossed out some lazy throwaway remark trying (and failing) to be funny that may, to the untrained eye, have looked like I was accusing them all of being wife beaters. Don't ask.
It went fcking nuts. My company got besieged, Telegraph got besieged and I ended up losing the gig, they found my address on 192.com and the police had to get involved, there's still some mega 50 page message board thread out there somewhere where they're all coming for me that I've never been able to bring myself to read. It is horrible, but it was my fault.
I feel for the bloke but was a bloody stupid thing to tweet in the first place, opened himself up to riddicule
I’m torn.
The sensible, wokey-liberal part of me has serious concerns for his welfare and hopes they’ll get through what are some deep emotional problems together but the other half of me, with the British DNA, wants to laugh like you would when you pull your mates shorts down on holiday in a family restaurant full of elderly Germans.
I feel for the bloke but was a bloody stupid thing to tweet in the first place, opened himself up to riddicule
Yes I get that but it's at the football and he does seem to be like most of us in that enjoys a drink too. Rationality flies out of the window and regret follows soon enough. Growing up in the Eighties and Nineties was so much easier without social media
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