It seems to me that today, if you wanted to get yourself in the news, you had to be old and important. Obviously being important is important but being old is steadily getting more crucial for newsworthiness.
Today's headlines are about poor old Nelson Mandela. He is clearly one of the most significant figures in the history of civil rights and, as far as I'm aware, pretty much overthrew apartheid single-handedly; so at no point am I dissing him. But it seems the world press is on death watch. I hear journalists I've worked with talk about having a journalist on constant death-watch on the Queen. Mandela's got a lung problem. We all know. He's in and out of hospital and I personally feel a bit uncomfortable that every time he comes out or goes in, it's a headline in this country. Doesn't he deserve a bit of privacy?
Another old person who popped up today was the Pope. Good old Pope Frances is going to give us all a good few laughs I reckon. He was in a prison today in Rome WASHING FEET! Amazing. In my head at least there spins a million different conceits and parallels to draw. Firstly, the Pope to me is now trying to be a prostitute to Jesus like Mary Magdalen. It's incredible but I will say that it makes me like him more. I reckon this Pope will be alright.
Old person number 3 is the Queen who was giving out money for Maundy Thursday in Oxford. She always does stuff like that at Easter apparently and you have to say she probably got a lucky pass onto the news because of the strikes by the National Union of Journalists.
Then there was a gaggle of old people. The Turning Rocks are headlining Glasto. It's likely we'll have more news from then when K.Riz jacks up on the Pyramid stage this summer. I've got to say that missing out on a ticket has made me all sad and miserable and I'll probably be spiteful towards anyone who even mentions it.
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