Summary
In an alternative universe I am lying dismembered, bloodied and dead on the floor while my killer rambles on quite incoherently. Some would say it's my own fault for Googling myself, the internet equivalent of eavesdropping, while bored as the clock hit 1am on a rather quiet night shift.
But the search is addictive, ever since I found slightly enthusiastic Charlotte Church fans ripping apart news stories penned by my fair hand and a colleague's. She got the worst of the message board bile as they snorted she 'purported to write for the Western Mail', a stinging insult.See the full content of this document
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Squelching in the Mud with the Rude and Pushy Middle, Middle Class
It makes sense that, as a journalist, I have news stories floating around cyberspace with my name attached, b...
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