tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355492182024-03-13T00:41:20.736+00:00Dan Worth's BlogThought, reactions and ideas on journalism, the arts, life and other such things.Dan Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11544340593291117457noreply@blogger.comBlogger651125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-11136562984985615572015-07-12T20:31:00.002+01:002015-07-12T20:34:48.257+01:00Already DarkMy talented girlfriend <a href="https://stacieleebennett.wordpress.com/">Stacie Lee Bennett</a> has started finishing off some of her songs and recording them for the world to enjoy, and so I'm going to embed the first one below. Enjoy!<script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"></script><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YmhPLkYECLk" width="420"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837497682703809810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-47333444322021364722015-07-12T20:28:00.001+01:002015-07-12T20:28:56.131+01:00Apple v Taylor Swift ÷ Me = OpinionI went on CNN a few weeks back to talk about the whole Apple Music v Taylor Swift <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dH7zt12Ok8M">argle bargle (or is that fooforaw?</a>)<br />
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You can watch <a href="http://edition.cnn.com/videos/tv/2015/06/23/exp-the-business-view-dan-worth-v3-apple-taylor-swift.cnn">my considered, on-the-spot live TV responses in the video via this link, hosted on their site</a>. Sadly no embed option available.<script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"></script>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837497682703809810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-66616295742476074262015-07-11T17:12:00.002+01:002015-07-11T17:14:02.965+01:00Reed.co.co.uk?I first mentioned this on Twitter back at the start of the year but it bugs me every time I see the advert on television. I am convinced that at the end of the Reed.co.uk job adverts they jingle they sing says reed.co.co.uk, which makes no sense.<br />
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Watch the video below and let me know what you think. I have messaged Reed on Twitter to ask for a response but to no avail but it's just too infuriating to let slide.<script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"></script><br />
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I'm sure they say <a href="http://t.co/TNtP6Cmtm7">http://t.co/TNtP6Cmtm7</a>... <a href="https://t.co/T5XoEnzQNy">https://t.co/T5XoEnzQNy</a></div>
— Dan Worth (@danworth) <a href="https://twitter.com/danworth/status/551861204864729089">January 4, 2015</a></blockquote>
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Lightning quick reactions. <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/London?src=hash">#London</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/weather?src=hash">#weather</a> <a href="http://t.co/rfgCKmgnsj">pic.twitter.com/rfgCKmgnsj</a></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837497682703809810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-5520819452097063342014-02-24T21:00:00.000+00:002014-02-25T13:28:22.399+00:00Chairs in a field<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Always liked this picture.</td></tr>
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frantically scrabble their way down a steep river side, before wading across
and emerging on the other side, unless the crocodiles get them.<br />
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Well, on Sunday
at about 930, on a cold, hard but bright morning, I and 199 hardy soles went
through our own river crossing on Wimbledon common. Down a slippery mud bank,
through 2 feet of freezing water, and up the other side. Feet sodden, socks
soaked through, and still 9.5km of hard, muddy, slippery running ahead.
Brilliant.<br />
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The <a href="http://dashforthesplash.com/index.html">Dash for the Splash</a> 10km was <a href="http://danielworth.blogspot.co.uk/2011/10/clapham-common-10km-post-race-thoughts.html">my first race for over two years</a>, which is
appalling, but it was certainly one to remember. The course not only involved
the above water crossing, but numerous sections filled with grey, gloopy mud
that weighed you down and long rising hills that dried your feet out. Then there
was a middle section where we ran through saturated common ground, filled with water
from the recent storms, forcing you knee-deep in freezing water to find the
path again. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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As such it wasn’t a course for a personal best but a time of 45 minutes and
31 seconds was one I was very happy with. It would have been quicker but for
the fact the final kilometre was on unbelievably slippery grass across a
playing field.<br />
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I was overtaken by about five runners in spikes, while my old
trainers (thankfully chosen over my shiny, clean news ones) just failed to gain
any traction at all, forcing me to run like Bambi and focus more on staying
upright than putting in a hard kick for the finish.<br />
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Still, even losing those places <a href="http://dashforthesplash.com/index.html?target=results">I came 37<sup>th</sup></a>, which wasn’t
too bad. Now, the next time I do a 10km (possibly next weekend) the lack of mud, water and river crossings should make it seem a doddle.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837497682703809810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-75755821329416031202014-01-29T20:00:00.000+00:002014-01-30T15:51:03.655+00:00London locations<style>
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Ah an office move, the first in my long and distinguished career. This means
the joys of ‘crating up’ your kit and then finding it waiting for you in a shiny,
new office space about 800m away. I’ve gone from the bustling streets of
central Soho to the bustling streets of the Haymarket.<br />
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Head in one direction
its Piccadilly Circus and the flocks of tourists eating lunch on Eros, while head in the opposite direction and you enter the supposed-razzmatazz of Leicester Square.
Head in another direction, though, and I’ve found the streets become rather
quieter, with imposing streets that sort of peter out into nothing as they
reach St James Park. This is quite nice really and brings another insight into
the unique landscape that is London.<br />
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Wandering the other day I found a
beautiful arcade, the Royal Opera Arcade, with high white arches and little boutique
shops. I snapped a picture, included below.
I also found the hiding place of the Number 22 bus before it begins its
slow, winding journey to Putney Heath. The driver looked a picture of
contentment sat on the back seat of the lower deck, paper in hand and a Pret
cup of tea in another.<br />
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So, I’ve now taken in Pimlico, Soho and now have the
Haymarket and its surroundings to explore and work within for who knows how
long. London, what a wonderful city.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837497682703809810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-19547373947342003732013-11-26T08:00:00.000+00:002013-11-26T15:11:56.010+00:00High HopesBruce is back and he's still dragging around that half-decent guitarist Tom Morello with him. Below is the first song from the new album. A joyous, rollicking New Orleans sawdust-and-spit rocker that infuses trumpets and wailing guitars into a sound that is similar to <i>Wrecking</i> <i>Ball</i> but seems to bring back some of the <i>Seeger</i> <i>Sessions</i> vibes too. Certainly gives me 'high hopes' for the rest of the album. Sorry.<br />
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So, when I was asked by London's free paper of choice the <i>Metro</i> if I could offer some comment on the success of the iPlayer, I jumped at the chance, although not literally. The fruits of my waffling can be seen below. For those of you that like it online, <a href="http://metro.co.uk/2013/10/24/bbc-iplayer-mobile-app-downloaded-more-than-20-million-times-4158097/">you can read it here</a>.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837497682703809810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-20313326165660901922013-09-27T15:54:00.001+01:002013-09-27T15:56:04.016+01:00Radio punningI went on BBC FiveLive this week to discuss more woes at BlackBerry. I went into a remote studio in the BBC for this and stared into a big, fluffy red mic as I chatted to the invisible Nicky Campbell and his colleague, whose name I can't remember, via the big, official looking headphones placed upon my head.<br />
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This was a particularly fun interview, I thought, because we break down in the middle for a brief bit of punning, which I definitely regard as a bit of a career highlight.<br />
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Getting the ferry across the channel was also fun - travelling as a foot passenger along with my brother - as I always used to wonder when I was younger why anyone would be travelling by foot, how you could end up needing a ferry crossing but no car, and now I know as I was one of those people.<br />
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However, the good folk of Calais have certainly no desire to please the foot travellers of this world, with little help or information for the onward journey you need to make in the town to stations. Still, through a combination of walking, ranting and taxi drivers (bizarrely wearing English football shirts but actually French) we managed to make it to our connections - well, excluding the ferry we missed on the way back because we had to spend 20 minutes waiting for a bridge to raise to let a large Danish boat out of the harbour in Calais.<br />
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Some of my favourite text, from <i>Moby-Dick</i>:<br />
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"Why, thou monkey," said a harpooneer to one of these lads, "we've been cruising now hard upon three years, and thou hast not raised a whale yet. Whales are scarce as hen's teeth whenever thou art up here."<br />
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Perhaps they were; or perhaps there might have been shoals of them in the far horizon; but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and every strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it.<br />
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In this enchanted mood, thy spirit ebbs away to whence it came; becomes diffused through time and space; like Crammer's sprinkled Pantheistic ashes, forming at last a part of every shore the round globe over.<br />
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<span style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 16px;">There is no life in thee, now, except that rocking life imparted by a gently rolling ship; by her, borrowed from the sea; by the sea, from the inscrutable tides of God. But while this sleep, this dream is on ye, move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hold at all; and your identity comes back in horror. Over Descartian vortices you hover. And perhaps, at mid-day, in the fairest weather, with one half-throttled shriek you drop through that transparent air into the summer sea, no more to rise for ever. </span><br />
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n. We chugged around France, stopping at campsites, eating bread and other French-related activities.<br />
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During the trip my Dad read us a story called <i>The Haunted Reef</i>. In my memory this was an amazing tale of treasure and sailing, sharks and great escapades of derring-do. It was with nostalgic glee, then, that my girlfriend presented me with a copy after I'd mentioned it, sealed in a plastic sandwich bag.<br />
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Re-reading it, it was funny how little of the story I remembered, with almost none of the major incidents jogging any memories, while the story itself, read with critical, English literature degree eyes, was full of weird moments, and unsatisfactory outcomes. Also, the main character Dirk, (or, Dork, as my Dad reminded me he called him), is an annoyingly perfect hero - cool, strong, impervious to nerves and always quick with an explanation. He's hard to like.<br />
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Despite this I enjoyed reading it again and the story, with a few modifications, could make an excellent film, as there are plenty of good characters and some excellent potential landscape shoots, while the story has plenty of death and savagery that is required for all modern action films.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837497682703809810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-43189717578739587342013-08-30T12:50:00.000+01:002013-08-30T12:50:01.602+01:00Pretty Saro and tired horsesAs a big Bob Dylan fan it is no surprise I enjoyed <i>Self Portrait</i> (for the most part at least) and have also found the <i>Another Self Portrait </i>album a very enjoyable listen too.<br />
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The standout track from the latter is <i>Pretty</i> <i>Saro</i>, as you can watch and listen to below. It clearly dismisses the lame old criticism leveled at Dylan by people who have never listened to him, that he can't sing, as he croons his way through the lovely ditty:<br />
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By the by, one of most intriguing tracks on <i>Self Portrait</i>, and no doubt purposefully placed at the start to confuse the hell out of listeners, is <i>All The Tired Horses</i>, which you'd never believe or guess for one second was Bob Dylan. Check it out below too.<br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-23795655">The Bristol Bus Boycott</a>, covered in great detail by the <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-23795655"><i>BBC</i></a> today, is one such example, with a nice echo to the wider US race issues taking place at the same time. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837497682703809810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-50122149119794165482013-08-14T08:00:00.000+01:002013-09-27T16:00:32.990+01:00Why is Bill Bryson so funny?<a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00681/bryson-404_681719c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00681/bryson-404_681719c.jpg" width="200" /></a>I've read several Bill Bryson books - <i>Notes From a Small County, Neither Here Nor There, Shakespeare, Notes from a Big Country</i>...and enjoyed them all immensely. Well, maybe not the last one, that was just a bunch of columns strung together.<br />
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Anyway, I'm now reading <i>A Walk in the Woods</i>, which is an enjoyable, funny account of his attempts to hike the 2,000 mile plus Appalachian Trail. I'm about two-thirds through.<br />
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The thing that has struck me is just how often I keep laughing, out loud, at what he writes. Yet, when I look back at what made me laugh, I don't really see why I laughed. It was an easy joke, and sign-posted a mile off, but he just delivers them with perfect timing.<br />
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I've read many travel books where the writer tries far too hard to make jokes in every paragraph and it becomes utterly tiresome and you just wish they'd focus on the traveling.<br />
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Bryson does it the other way, spending most of his time talking about the travel or the job at hand, and then throwing the jokes in at appropriate moments, meaning most of the jokes hit their targets with enjoyable regularity. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837497682703809810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-37819243298075225502013-08-13T09:17:00.002+01:002013-08-13T09:17:29.056+01:00Face for radioI was on <i>BBC Radio 2</i> last night talking about the phone maker BlackBerry. As usual pre-call nerves disappeared the moment my name was said, leading to a jolly pleasant discussion about the firm and its troubles and what could happen next.<br />
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Listen below - nicely bookended by carvan chat and the theme tune to <i>Grange Hill</i>.<br />
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What a lovely place. I highly recommend it - lush and verdant and full of lovely little hidden treats such as a Japanese pagoda or a bamboo hut that had been shipped from Japan. Huge greenhouses full of exotic plants (as you'd expect) and lovely rolling grasses and trees that you can wander around without over-zealous staff or officious signs directing you.<br />
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All in all, lovely, and worth a day out. And no queues either!<br />
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I love endless skies of blue, so blue they seem to shine. This morning was one such example, with East Putney's ancient red-brick facade a brilliant and stark contrast to the backdrop.<br />
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The phrase page-turner is a highly subjective one. To some it's the single best description they can hear to be enticed to a book, while for others it implies moronic, endless-cliffhanger rubbish. And of course it can be a bit a of both. I read <i>Child 44</i> earlier this year, the first 'page-turner' I've read in years, and I highly enjoyed it. Both for that longing to continue reading when each chapter ended with a twist or moment of drama, but also because it was an engrossing story. <script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"></script><br />
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Most page-turners are, though, based around notions of terror and horror. How many awful-sounding novels do you see advertised on the walls of stations saying things like, "A horrific murder, a missing child, no time left... - Read the new thriller from..." and it sounds like utter rubbish. Yet these books, like those by Lee Child for example, sell by the millions and must have something to them. Yet I have no interest in reading about horrible murders or about ex-military types solving crimes where half a page is given to clinical descriptions of guns and cars.<br />
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This got me thinking, why are there no 'adventure' stories for adults? As children tales of pirates and treasure and all those sort of things were what you craved (see <i>TinTin</i>) and as adults, we still enjoy this - see the films of <i>Indiana Jones </i>or <i>Back to the Future</i>, but I don't know many books of this kind. Books that employ a shameless page-turning strategy, but cover adventure and escapades, without resorting to the darkest recesses of the human mind to stimulate interest.<br />
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Perhaps I'll write something, before anyone else has this idea. However, perhaps there are such books out there - if so please let me know!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837497682703809810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35549218.post-69048651739139009042013-08-02T14:14:00.000+01:002013-08-02T14:14:07.943+01:00A salute to FridayAh, Friday. Hallowed day, harbinger of the weekend, bringer forth of good times, and usually-quieter-day-at-work-than-other-days day. <br />
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