To: Nadine Carroll who wrote (74242 ) 2/15/2003 3:51:41 PM From: gamesmistress Respond to of 281500 I think Robert Fisk is a direct lineal descendant of Lunchtime O'Booze in his journalistic style. The more things change.... (BTW, I love the blogs!)In American journalism we have created no legend to compare with Lunchtime O'Booze, star reporter for the British satirical magazine Private Eye. It may be because we also have no journalistic practices as old-fashioned and outrageous as those still engaged in by some British papers— "I Fly to the Flashpoint Island," "Fare Shock!" "Airline Chaos Faces Holiday Thousands" (a clear favorite among British headline writers, perhaps because of envy), and "Lisbon, Thursday: The heady wine of revolution flows freely in the streets of Lisbon tonight as citizens uncork the bottles and band them to the rebel troops who toppled Prime Minister Maicello Caetano in a one-day coup." With these real-life models, Lunchtime coaxes many a rousing story from his battered but sturdy portable: I SEE SINAI HELL-HOLE HORROR Make no mistake, this is war! Today with my own eyes I saw the holocaust that is turning the Middle East into a bloodbath that puts the Red Sea to shame. Just what is going on, it was hard to make out, But one thing is certain. This is war. Even the normally tight-Upped Israeli generals are openly admitting it. FEAR STALKS PARADISE ISLE Today I saw with my own eyes the stark tenor which overnight has turned this paradise on earth into a living nightmare. They are calling it The Island of Death—this international playground for millionaires and sun-seekers alike. The question everyone here is asking: Why did it have to happen here on this exotic sun-drenched haven hideaway? I CALL IT LONDON'S DAY OF SHAME! Hell on four wheels! That was the picture yesterday as London ground to a halt in what a [Royal Automobile Club] spokesman described as "the worst snarl-up in the entire history of the world." All over central London, the scene of chaos was the same, as ten of thousands of motorists battled their way to and from work in a sea of frustration and fury. Tempers boiled over and fists were raised as normally sober citizens were reduced by London's Day of Shame to what a High Court judge described as nothing more than a pack of wild animals. (from Strictly Speaking, Edwin Newman, 1974)