November 12, 2006

The Worm Has Turned

Cutting off her hair, back in May this year, failed to spark renewed interest in the Corby story from the Oz media, who universally ignored this dramatic development.

A few weeks ago I posted about the sneak preview contents of the Schapelle Corby book; as captured in a women’s mag, and then repeated across the MSM.

An anonymous reader posted some thoughts, which I intended to respond to, but kept running out of time & energy. So, to “anon”, if you’re out there somewhere, sorry for being tardy.

What I would have said to you, at that moment, is that I’m not convinced that journalists have turned against Corby. I would also have pointed out that coverage of the book's content was, necessarily, out of context, as only an extract had been published, which is a common enough marketing ploy, ahead of a publishing release date.

Now the book is out on the shelves and we can be entirely confident that at least some media outlets have, well, let’s say, grown weary of the Corby saga, and yes, rather less sympathetic than they once were.

Perhaps they don’t see how they can drag another 18 or 19 years of breathless interest and new insights into a story about a women locked in a Bali jail, particularly one who has already beaten her legal options into some distant place far, far over the rainbow.

Witness "Exhibit A”, by Neil McMahon, in the Sydney Morning Herald. Not only does this tend to support “anons” contention, but McMahon’s piece will only take five minutes to read, thus saving you ever having to purchase or read the book, and his piece has the welcome bonus of sparing you having to even bother perusing the book reviews. McMahon has performed a social service of sorts.

Yes, the worm does seem to have turned on Corby and her boogy board.

Her close relatives aren't much help in her ongoing PR dance. Perhaps that, as much as anything else, has dampened journalistic enthusiasm and unbridled support for this particular convict.

9 comments:

  1. If you're thinkin' you're too cool to BOOGIE
    Boy oh boy have I got news for you
    Everybody here tonight was BOOGIN'
    Let me tell you you are no exception to the rule

    Git on up on the floor
    Cuz we're gonna BOOGIE oogie oogie till you just can't BOOGIE no more
    BOOGIE no more.
    You can't BOOGIE no more
    BOOGIE no more
    Listen to the music...............
    .............etc......
    Get down BOOGIE oogie oogie
    Get down, BOOGIE oogie oogie
    Get down, BOOGIE oogie oogie.. board.......

    Get down!

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  2. I'm thinking that might not be Corby's all time favorite Bali-jail-happy-song.

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  3. I'm thinkin' you could be right Caz!!

    Hehhh!!

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  4. geoff1:05 AM

    Yo, you hear 'em sirens
    I know you hear 'em
    Don't get scared
    It ain't five-o (naw)
    That's the funk yo (yeah)
    Don't act like you didn't know (hun)
    It's just the way it goes (yeah)
    When you messin' with the funk (yeah)
    You bumpin' in the trunk (yeah)
    You it's what you want (yeah)
    So just bump, the bump, da-bump
    Bump, bump, bump it up


    Bounce boo, to the boogie that be
    You know I
    Want you to come boogie with me
    We can
    Dip left, slide right, all night
    It's time to be wild, freestyle

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  5. geoff1:10 AM

    He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way
    He had a boogie style that no one else could play
    He was the top man at his craft
    But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
    He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
    He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

    They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
    It really brought him down, because he couldn't jam
    The Captain seemed to understand
    Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band
    And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
    He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

    A-toot a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot
    He blows it eight to the bar
    In boogie rhythm
    He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar
    Is playin' with 'im

    He makes the company jump when he plays reveille
    He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

    He was the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B
    And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle
    He's as busy as a bzz bee
    And when he plays he makes the company jump
    Eight to the bar
    He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

    Toot toot toot
    Toot diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada
    Toot toot he blows it eight to the bar

    He can't blow a note
    If the bass and guitar isn't with 'im

    A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
    He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

    He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night
    And wakes them up the same way in the early bright
    They clap their hands and stamp their feet
    Because they know how he plays
    When someone gives him a beat
    He really breaks it up when he plays reveille
    He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

    A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
    He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B

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  6. Kathy1:22 AM

    Just love d'em Andrews Sisters brother!

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  7. Aaaah, okay, now I get it: "Schapelle the musical"! Ta da!

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  8. Darlene12:45 PM

    I read the Women's Weekly article, that's enough for me.

    Her hair looks nice short. Apparently, she thought Renee was a big butch dyke nutter, but then changed her mind. She was probably right the first time.

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  9. Her life sounds like a bad reality show.

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