Wednesday, 4 March 2009
I don’t often see the Daily Star. But Charlie came round with a copy of it the other day, and pointed out an excellent feature they have called TEXT MANIACS, where readers text in their opinions of the day. It’s a very good way of airing the views of those for whom an actual piece of paper and a pen might prove too much of an obstacle. For example:
“to arther pint why o why do left wing loonies blame thatcher its this new labour old nazi goverment thats to blame get them out. TORY BABE.”
It also allows us to see how the language lives, breathes, changes and develops, in texts such as
“so ryanair want 2 charge 2 p.ok. if evy1 was 2 p on the floor, the troly doly’s wud soon get p’d off wjadin thru pish. Ok sounds claty but bet it works. RANGERS MAN.”
I looked at that one for quite a while, slightly baffled. Then I realized that it is in fact an original, opinionated take on Ryanair’s new “charge for the toilet” policy; with the aid of a good sub, Rangers Man could be up there with Will Hutton and David Aaronovitch.
But the next one is my favourite. The fact that this fellow has sent a text to the Daily Star, waited for it to be printed in the paper, and is now presumably waiting for replies, takes us right back to those forgotten days before the internet; an evocative reminder of the world that once was, from someone who has patently never heard of Google.
“My son is trying to remember the names of all the wombles, can anyone help? STEVE THE CABBIE.”