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the importance of fact-checking

A rather interesting incident occurred last night, which really brings home the dangers and pitfalls of the modern, hotlinking, plagiarism-friendly internet world.

Names omitted to protect the innocent ignorant.

I was browsing tumblr, and came across a post featuring a black-and-white photo of a semi-naked man, with some sort of lewd comment beneath it.

This happens quite a lot, on tumblr. Shameless, brutal objectification of the opposite sex. *tsk*.

Anyway this shining example of manhood was tagged with the name of the person in the photo. This means that anyone browsing the Harry Lloyd tag would see the picture, and be able to take part in said objectification.

Only… that’s not Harry Lloyd. This is Harry Lloyd.

You’ll notice the almost entire lack of similarity. OK, so he normally does have dark hair but really? Really? If you’re going to objectify someone, at least have the decency to know who it is you’re objectifying.

I had to find the truth.

Turns out there is a little known thing out there that people use to find shit, and stuff. It’s called Google. Google has this nifty little feature called Search by Image.

Simply copy the image address, and post it into the search box. Then, when it can’t find that particular combination of 87 characters, you can click on the search by image link, like so:


This then uses some sexy algorithms to identify every occurrence of that image.

It didn’t take long for me to scan through the compiled list and identify the guy in the picture. His name is Roberto Bolle, he’s an Italian dancer and model, including for Ferragamo. Not an English actor famed for his appearances in ‘Game of Thrones’ and ‘Harry Potter’, and soon to appear in Brighton crime drama ‘The Fear‘.

So. How did this sorry situation come about?

It seems to have begun in February 2011, after the two men appeared in the same issue of Drama Magazine (issue four, by the way, and the source of some of the more popular images of Lloyd).

Investigative journalism

Someone cropped the pics, tagged the posts with both names, and the rest is history. It’s sort of laughable, but it just goes to show how easy it is for misinformation to spread.

Moral time.

So; if you’re posting something that you didn’t photograph or make yourself, just take a few moments to do an image search. Make sure you’re identifying the right pair of wrists, and help make the internet a better place, for everyone.

(NB: no link to source on the top pic, since the original poster has deleted their post in embarrassment. Oops. But photo credit belongs to Drama Magazine, linked above.)

Internets meets literature. Confusion ensues.

Some recent book reviews spotted on my Shelfari home page:

  • The Da Vinci Code: its really gud n intresting novel….
  • Dracula (Penguin Popular Classics): guess wut, I’m romainian…
  • Fahrenheit 451: Classic book regarding the role that books play in our society.

Ye. Gods. I’m not sure which of the three I want to punch the most. Though all pale into insignificance next to this gem:

  • Northern Lights (His Dark Materials): i hav never herd of the author…shud i reed it???

I would be surprised if you COULD read anything, let alone should. My zombie Jesus on a plank of wood, what is the world coming to when a site dedicated to reading and literature is populated by grammarless arseclowns. Ack.

This might be a betrayal. Sorry.

But I feel a compulsion to post about this.

Yarn Die” – “The Rise of Adolf Knitler” – “Knitzkrieg!”

Those are three articles in the Philadelphia Weekly that I just read about in another blog. Knitters are up in arms about this needless, poorly written assault on what is a perfectly innocent hobby, and probably the nasty generalizations about the state of their arses.

I’m not, though. I actually thought the articles were rather funny.

Maybe this is because I cannot identify myself with the ‘baggy-arsed chancers wandering around Philadelphia with industrial looms on their backs’ to which he refers. I’m far too weak to carry a loom myself. I would have a boy do it.

Anyway, I must argue with a couple of the counter-arguments; firstly that the articles are poorly-researched. I mean –

“sexy” knitting magazine knit.1, featuring boudoir-eyed hunks holding huge, hard, thick knitting needles in their carefully shaven hands.

So… you’re saying that’s not true? Come on. The just-back-from-the-gym-veins-still-bulging-Adonis-in-a-twat-hat-pose is just the checking-watch-in-a-knitted-cardigan-pose of the present.

Also; he’s accused of being a bad writer. I disagree.

Seriously, if you called housework antihousework, would that make it cool? If you anticleaned the kitchen after antichanging the kitty litter before antipicking your screaming brats up from school and antidropping them off at soccer practice before rushing home and nearly anti-overdosing on antidepressants so you can face clearing up the vomit your shit-faced alcoholic of an antihusband has puked all over the bathroom (while still finding time to knit an amusingly decadent antitoilet-roll cover) does that mean your lifestyle is somehow edgier and more interesting than that of your poor burnt-out-at-40, dead-by-50 great grandmother?

That’s possibly the best paragraph I’ve read so far this year.

Furthermore – you gotta admit that he’s right. The whole alt.knit thing is a pile of crap. 90% of all these kooky, edgy designs are completely unwearable for anyone who doesn’t want to be laughed off the street (please refer to the futuristic section of knit.1 last autumn), even contriving to look bad on the perfectly-formed modelettes. Much like modern fashion as a whole, really.

Knitters, the lesson to be learnt from this is not to take yourselves so seriously. It’s just a hobby, after all. It’s no better or worse than card-making, scrap-booking, stamp-collecting, train-spotting, computer-gaming, anything that people do to while away the minutes and hours until they die. Some guy in Philadelphia doesn’t like it? Big deal. There’s no reason to be threatening needle-related violence against him, or whining that he’s a nasty person and a bad writer and he smells and everyone hates him. You’re just handing his next article to him on a plate.

A unique volume? I beg your pardon?

A unique volume of fairytales handwritten and illustrated by JK Rowling fetched nearly £2 million at auction today, far surpassing Sotheby’s estimated selling price of a mere £50,000.

JK Rowling fairytale book sold for £2 million – Times Online

Shouldn’t that be ‘an’ unique? Isn’t this The Times? Don’t they stick to ludicrous, unnatural grammatical conceits any more? Is there no constancy in the world?

Reviewers, beware.

Now we know writers, artists and creators in general are a bit thenthitive about their work, but how’s about suing someone for a negative review? Details and links here, but basic story is that a negative blogged review of a book has earned the reviewer a charge of assault, libel and slander. Admittedly, the reviewer doesn’t pull his punches (the main thrust of the review is that it’s complete and utter tosh), but really. If everyone sued everyone on receipt of a nasty comment about their work then nobody would ever do anything. Then again, would that be a blessing?

I suppose if you’ve spent a lot of time colouring in the pictures nicely so you don’t go over the lines you’re going to get a bit peeved if someone doesn’t like it. Hmm.