Enemies of Reason Poundshop potshots at the media moral maze.

Brickgate

Ping-pong with an ever-growing ball of shit.

Ping: "Ooh, I'm so LOVELY that it's BAD."

Pong: "She's not that lovely!"

Ping: "Oh, the beastly bastards! Trolls! Call Richard Bacon! Call Allison Pearson!"

Pong: "Actually, the liberal-left elite intelligentsia (who are all cunts) are worse than everyone ever. Bet you didn't expect me to say that, eh?"

Ping: "But casual sexism."

Pong: "But loads of articles in which the author set hauled herself into the stocks with a sign saying 'sponges welcome'"

Ping: "You can't criticise a woman for how she looks."

Pong: "But the whole ruddy thing was about how she looks."

Ping: "Ah, but feminism."

Pong: "Feminism? Your definition of feminism is not quite the same as mine."

Ping: "Or mine."

Pong: "The Daily Mail is just trolling everyone! Don't link to it!"

Ping: "Yes, let's all let this blow away and ignore it all."

Pong: "Apart from this article, obviously."

Ping: "Well, this one as well. I mean I've got to make a fucking living and pitches don't write themselves like this every five minutes."

Pong: "Tell me about it. This is GOLD for a blogger/columnist in a hurry who needs to shunt out 500 words."

Ping: "Who gives a shit what she said anyway?"

Pong: "Samantha who?"

Ping: "Oh bugger, it's too late to even do a joke about how it's boring."

Pong: "Fuck."

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