Punk wasn’t just about music, it included design, fashion and journalism. It led to a movement of home-made magazines, ready to fill the gap of the stuff that wasn’t being published in all the straight press. Some of them were fairly rough, traced painstakingly on blue carbon copy paper… This was before photocopiers remember, before scanning, before digital photography…
“established writers a place for work that would not be published elsewhere; new writers a place to show themselves and experts in other fields an opportunity to write about our favourite subject”
“I NEVER read blogs” she harrumphed. “NOT interested AT all”
“How very 20th century of you! ” I quipped lightly, thinking her overreaction was in good spirit, joshing like.
“Go away you nasty blogger, I’m trying to talk to my friend Joe and you are interrupting”.
” I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be nasty. I do understand how you feel as a print journalist. My dad’s a journalist and I’m a photographer, I have exactly the same problems getting paid. Things have changed, but I think we have to adapt…” I gabbled, the words tumbling out in my attempt to appease her.
“Oh you two have met, oh you will get on soo well, she’s amazing this lady she…”
“Er well we’ve already had a bit of a spat” I ventured
I then go on to explain the dispute when this lady spears me with a look saying
“EXCUSE ME, I think (this food blogger) knows me quite well enough and my views on the subject and doesn’t need it repeated by you. Now I’M HERE to speak to my friends”
and swivelled on her heel, turning her back to me.
“Some of these young bloggers in their 20s, know very little about food…”