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TERRACE BAY/SCHREIBER NEWS Wednesday, Jan 31, 1990 Editorial Page The Terrace Bay-Schreiber News is published every Wednesday by Laurentian Publishing Limited, Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ont., POT-2WO Tel.: 807-825-3747. Second class mailing permit 0867. Member of the Ontario Community Newspaper Assn. and the Canadian Community ie RR General Managet.......Paul Marcon ECitOl..........c0c-s-+00-+- Admin. Asst...........Gayle Fournier Single copies 40 cents. Subscription rates: $15 per year / $25 two years (local) and $21 per year (out of Newspaper Assn. Production Asst....Carmen Dinner town). 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Box 579 Terrace Bay, Ontario POT 2W0 Please sign your letter and include your phone number You cannot hope to bribe or twist thank God! the British journalist but seeing what the man will do unbribed, there's no occasion to. Humbert Wolfe Sometimes I think I'd like to visit England just for the thrill of strolling down to a London newspaper kiosk and browsing through the morning headlines. One of the few fine remaining pleasures of life in that sad and shabby kingdom is the range of newspapers you can peruse. For a modest mittful of new pence you can take your choice of anything from the august London Times at the upscale end all the way down to scuzzy, unspeakable typographical excrescences like the Mirror and The Sun. For a journophile like yours truly, reading the British press is like living in a lovely English garden overlooking a garbage dump. ' The best of British very good indeed. But the worst, my dears, is among the very worst in the world. If you haven't stained your fingers on a typical British tabloid then you don't know how low the Fourth Estate can stoop. Canadian tabloids are flashy, irreverent and occasionally outrageous, but Canadian tabs are to British tabs as a Brownie pack is to the Mongol hordes. Few institutions can be as mindlessly chauvinistic or stupefyingly sexist as a British tabloid newspaper in full screech. They flay the Royal family unmercifully, insinuating that Prince Charles is an airhead and Princess Margaret a souse. They publish full page photos of naked nymphets, complete with slavering, sleazy captions about "Luscious Lily's garden of natural delights." There are five basic staples for a classic British tabloid item: sex, soccer, sex, scandal and sex. aristocratic you've gol pinch of philandery, yourself a front page byline, mate. All of which made me do a serious double take when I saw the headline in my non- Arthur Black British, non-tabloid copy of the Globe and Mail last week. U.K. tabs sign ethics code it reads. British tabloids? An ethics code?? That's like Mike wen Se | ee Under the new code, British newspapers will have to justify their intrusions into private lives, mistakes will be acknowledged in print with the same prominence the original items enjoyed and henceforth editors will no longer pay criminals, their families or their associates for rights to their "stories". All of which sounds very laudable, but adherence to the code is strictly voluntary. There's no law that will force any newspaper to actually follow through and obey the code. You will forgive an old cynic for suspecting that it will be a frosty Friday on Fleet Street before the editors of the Sun or the Mirror send their reporters out with the gentle admonition to be fair, gentle and upright at all times. I prefer to believe that the British press will continue to offer the bewildering and occasionally 'revolting kaleidoscope of journalism Po eee Pee Mees ee ee British journalism, best to worst A full spectrum--good, bad and ugly--that has been deftly summarized in this excerpt from the book "Yes, Prime Minister" by Jonathan Lynn and Anthony Jay: "The Times is read by the people who run the country. The Daily Mirror is read by the people who think they run the country. The Guardian is read by the people who think they ought to run the country. The Morning Star is read by people who think the country ought to be run by another country. The /ndependent is read by people who don't know who runs the country but are sure they're doing it wrong. The Daily Mail is read by the wives of the people the country. The Financial Times is read by the people who own the country. The Daily Express is read by the people who think the country ought to be run as il used to be run. The Sun's readers don't care who runs the country provided she ha: hio hoobs."