Nobody lies to Glitterditch

We know that The Sun is a crappy, pointless arsewipe of a newspaper, and we know their journos lie sometimes, but we’d like to point out to them for the sake of our own sanity, that journalism is more fun if you at least try to make it believable.

Case in point: the recent side-splitting tale of the girl who tried to order a taxi. Those of you who like laughing at working class people and the funny accents they insist on using will quite literally die laughing when you hear it. It turns out that someone from a council estate called directory enquiries because she wanted to order a ‘cab, innit’ and was put through to… that’s right… a cabinet shop!

Hahahaha! How quaint the linguistic whims of the proletariat. Catherine Tate couldn’t have written it better herself.

Not only is this the most pathetic story we’ve read all week, it is also quite patently not true. Exhibit A: the coincidence alone reads like a Christmas cracker joke. Exhibit B: it’s published in the sodding Sun. Exhibit C: the story is taken way over the top, and the dead horse of this pathetic gag is beaten so soundly that it’s only barely recognisable as organic matter.

She used hilarious slang on the phone? Believable, but best put up a picture of her poor, common face to prove that she’s a chav. Directory enquiries mistakenly thought she wanted a cabinet? Vaguely, possibly possible, if we’re feeling generous. She was put through to a cabinet shop? Extremely unlikely. We’re teetering on the brink of disbelief here.

She went on to purchase a £180 cabinet with her credit card, which was then delivered to her house at the time she had wanted a taxi?

Not a fucking chance in hell.

Written by Nikki on 16 May 2008 3:57 PM. Permalink