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This was not a real August

August 31, 2011 09:04
2 min read

August is great if you happen to be a journalist. For 11 months of the year the world is a very serious place – there are riots, revolutions, financial crises and scandals. Then everyone goes on holiday and we can write whatever we want – it's called the silly season. Until this year that is.

I don't know whether to blame global warming, El Nino or the government but this August the season has been so serious it's been silly. There was me, sitting down to listen to rain stopping play at the cricket on Radio 4 to discover that riots had broken out in just about every town in Britain big enough to have a branch of SportsDirect.

Then, just as the youth of today is getting bored of its new trainers and X Boxes, the Libyan rebels enter Tripoli to so much clamour in the media that there was little space to report on murderous attacks in Israel and practically none to record the fact that the USA and Europe are nose-diving towards economic oblivion.

It's not just that it's depressing, it's that I miss the summer stories. So here, in this small corner of the JC, I declare the silly season open for business. Consider this a space where we can safely muse about those immortal silly stories from summers past – the crop circles in the shape of Wayne Rooney's bald patch which miraculously appeared then disappeared (much like Rooney's bald patch). Or the South London squirrels on crack and the attack of the of killer chipmunks.

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