New depths of hyperbole

According to the TV spots, Twilight Eclipse is the movie "the whole world is waiting for".

There really isn't enough satire in the world to properly flame that claim. But there will be enough giddy teenage girls and covetuous cougars swooning over young ripped boys pretending to be were-wolves to make the box office figures bankable.

I fear for our culture, I really do.

Jaded

I might be the last blogger in the blogosphere to blog about Jade Goody, but I was in the supermarket tonight and I was a bit overwhlemed by the number of tatty celebrity mags with 'tribute issues'. One of them (New) had an all black cover.

I recognise that it's sad when someone dies so young, and it's bound to be picked up in the gossip magazines when they are the arena she chose to live her short life in. But, still, this fetishization of tragedy is just bizarre. One of the magazines had the banner 'Farewell to Britain's brightest star'.

Really? "Britain's brightest star"? Are you insane, Mr Editor?

It's hyperbole gone mad. And hyperbole is already mad.