The other day, while leafing through the usually excellent Walkley magazine produced by my union, the MEAA, I came across a piece written by our old friend – Clam Barstool.
I’m not going to provide a link – the article itself is turgid beyond belief – but poor old Clam takes the opportunity to rehash the unpleasantness of some months ago.
Amid from the whining and self pity, the Clammy one did manage to produce at least one par that made me laugh out loud.
Clem Barstow is a freelance writer, editor of The Dawn Chorus and associate editor of Defamer Australia.
Bugger me sideways, could this woman get any more pompous?
Freelance writer my arse, you produce the odd bar review at the end of the Age’s EG section.
Associate editor of Defamer Australia – you contribute to a D-grade gossip site because your mate Ausculture Jess got you the gig.
But the “editor of The Dawn Chorus” really gets me – she writes for a group blog with more contributors than readers.
If Clam is “editor of The Dawn Chorus” then I’m editor-in-chief of TSFKA and God-King of Preston.