We journalists love a tipple — just ask our old pal Adam Smith.
The hardest part is finding other journalists to drink with. There something very satisfying about drinking with journalists. We have the honour (no, really) of working in an industry that is, by and large, rather interesting. So getting together can be really quite fun.
Now there’s a brilliant new site called JournoDrinks. No prizes for guessing what it’s about. Head over there now to see if there’s anything you can make it along to. And, while you’re at it, subscribe to the Twitter feed, @journodrinks. If you know of any events that aren’t listed, you can get them added by emailing partypartyparty@journodrinks.com.
Great stuff. Apologies for the lack of bloggage lately, I’ve been a busy bee. More on that another time.
I like him. I still think he’s a bit stupid, but I like the fact that, if he’s honest with himself, he knows he was a bit stupid too.
Best of luck to you, Adam.
EDIT: If you were wondering about the copy that got filed that fateful night, you can read it here. It has been removed from the Mail’s site, but thanks to the wonders of Google we can still read the cached version.
One night a little while ago I sang an awful karaoke attempt of Heal the World and, in a less than sober state, duly lapped up the moment while being recorded on a friend’s mobile. I woke up dreading what could appear on Facebook the next day.
Today I feel decidedly less stupid. Imagine waking up and remembering doing this?
Oh dear. Here we are, then, this reporter, the Birmingham Mail’s Adam Smith, who is clearly (and the brummies might say) “off his tits”.
Journalists being drunk isn’t a new craze by any means (hurrah!), but what Adam’s done is a tad more serious. He’s noted the fact that he’s gone — on the Mail’s payroll, let’s not forget EDIT: It was a voluntary trip — to Miami to report the election. By his own admission, Miami wasn’t really an exciting place to be. Everyone knew it would end up going Democrat, as always.
He was there because it was “where the party is”. And, he admits, he can’t get enough of the women. He’s clearly doing a great job of attracting said women while he sits on a bench in the dead of night writing away on his laptop. Hardly the Diet Coke man.
But sadly for Adam, that’s not it. He openly delves into his journalistic technique of copying and pasting from the BBC website. He acknowledges the flaw of what he’s doing, saying that while history is being made, the B’ham Mail readers are merely getting his take on history and, well, he’s bladdered. He may have even started the first paragraph with something like “You know what readers, you’re my best mate. I bloody love you.”
He finishes on a high. He resigns. “Fuck you,” he says, flicking a v-sign at the camera. And in an instant, a journalism career is ruined.
Fool. His copy was, I’m guessing, originally here, but it has since been wisely removed.
EDIT: The journalist has made some comments via YouTube:
Right, the thing is, right I’ve just woke up. And seen this video, which I don’t really remember. I’ve been told to phone the Birmingham Mail because I am in trouble. I was off duty, I am on official holiday working at the South Beach Miami Barack Obama campaign where I had just done a 18-hour shift trying to make the world a better place. Please check every BBC News outlet and see if I have cut and pasted anything. I have not, it was a joke and should be taken in the spirit it was said.”
And then later:
Thanks for the kind comments, it has meant a lot to get the backing of so many people I respect. I’m currently in hiding at the Gansevoort South hotel in Miami tryin to come to terms what’s happened whilst sipping rum and coke at the pool. I guess I’m going to have to face the music when I get back.
Adam Smith, aka Steve Zacharanda
Technically, still a Birmingham Mail reporter.
But definitely editor and founder of Goggle-eye magazine and Cheeky Media.
We journalists love a tipple — just ask our old pal Adam Smith.
