Haha! Oh dear. The Guardian’s travel editor has sent his widdle boy Max (how these names date! Every meeja boy-child caesareaned-out in the last five years is called Jasper innit?) on a trip round India, at the Guardians expense. All Max needs to do is blog about it every day. What could go wrong? Erm, how about the fact he’s totally pissed all their readers off before he’s even got on the plane? Max’s middle class witterings and – more importantly – hundreds of comments about what a twat he is in the link below.
I knew a girl who went to India on one of these middle class idiot jollies. She came back complaining about the poverty and how adults made their kids beg at train stations! What was she expecting? An intensive yoga session? Twonks!
It’s nothing new though readers. There are loads of Maxes in the “industry”. Ever wondered how Polly Hudson has got a columnist job and a £90k a year salary for her weekly inane crap-fest at the Mirror? Her dad’s mates with the editor innit?
Effing hell. It’s not like this in retail…
Link to Max's odyssey
Haha! Oh dear. The Guardian’s travel editor has sent his widdle boy Max (how these names date! Every meeja boy-child caesareaned-out in the last five years is called Jasper innit?) on a trip round 