During the course of yesterday I was doing the traditional Celtic thing and appreciating a great Scottish poet - but only once he was safely dead. Edwin Morgan was the poet concerned - who has passed away aged 90 this week. On reading his obituary on the Guardian’s website, I was totally flabbergasted when my eyes strayed from the text over to the right hand margin :
I know nothing of the dark arts of how the Guardian website targets me for advertising. Almost every other visit I seem to get offers of some UK-issued Georges Brassens boxset - not entirely my cup of tea either - but a lot closer to it than this shower of shysters.
Conjecture as to the reasoning behind the photo of the old couple - one or other of them was born this week and they’ll still be paying off the idiocy of Anglo Irish, international or not at the age they’re at in the photo.
Such commercial audacity in the face of adversity calls out for one song and one song only :