I think the spelling is "lede."

Disrepute, eponymous?

Thems big words for a newspaper.

Lord Pretentious he may be called if his text is oft repeated, though should his challenge falter over the next fortnight then Steve Bierley's knickers may fall into the same disrepute as the eponymous writer's ill-fated Charge of the Pretentious Brigade."

British sportswriting may be stodgy, but they give truly great obituary.

I hear they still wear tuxes when they write, just like David Brinkley used to do on radio.

And 80+ years ago, American sports journalists used to write like that: "Outlined against a blue-gray October sky, the Four Horsemen rode again."

Now we have Bob Costas and John Feinstein.

Elitist bastard!

That guy would never make it in america he used a four syllable word.

Musta been a purple cardigan.

Boldly they miswrote and spelled.

"Lead", "lede", in English English we call this the "intro".

At least now we know where Norman Rogers has gone to.

At least now we know where Norman Rogers has gone to.

Since you've been visiting Norman's new blog after promising not to AFTER managing to get it shut down through your stalking and extremely creepy comments -- you already knew.

Who among us could have predicted that thersites would lie again? And don't you think that ending your Norman Rogers obsession might spare you these recurring embarrassments?

"Lord Raglan wishes the top seed to advance rapidly to the front, follow the enemy, and try to prevent the enemy carrying away the tennis rackets. Doubles team may accompany. French tennis players are on your left. Immediate."

Yes to "lede" and no to "immortal"

Somebody, quick! Enter this guy in the Alfred Bulwer-Lytton "It was a dark and stormy night" bad writing contest.

Who among us could have predicted that thersites would lie again? And don't you think that ending your Norman Rogers obsession might spare you these recurring embarrassments?

Posted by: on June 24, 2008 at 2:32 PM

I don't think Thersites is so much obsessed with Norman as he is with the pictures of the pretty girls that Norman keeps posting on his blog.

He needs them to test his self-reliance protocol.

thersites's problems with boundaries and inappropriate social interaction are not Norman's problem. Norman politely asked thersites to stop stalking him. Then he sternly warned thersites of what would happen if he didn't. thersites still couldn't stop himself. I certainly wouldn't want to be thersites right now, what with Norman's renowned cadre of lawyers on retainer.

Wow... a writer who knows how to use polysyllabic words. The average Amurrican wouldn't understand a bit of it. Mission accomplished.

-Z

So, one guy gets a little flowery with his prose in one article, and we can begin again with a new round of generalised criticism and finger pointing. hurrah!

To hell with Wimbleton. The brits murdered innocent birds because they got in the way of their little tea party. Why don't you blog about a real sport like baskatball?

To hell with Wimbleton. The brits murdered innocent birds because they got in the way of their little tea party. Why don't you blog about a real sport like baskatball?

Of course, baskatball is the sport where the kat is put into the basket for 2 points.

Boy did that take me back to our time in England!

Gotta love 'em, the dears. They really know how to meander.

Sounds mighty like an Upper-Class Twit to me ('member that Monty Python sketch?). Or at the very list, a self-satisfied wanker.
But a very bad writer.