This is not a philosophical question.  For intellectual debate newspapers offer meagre pickings.  It is simply a quality issue.

So what are the benchmarks against which newspapers should be judged?

One might be accuracy.  Newpapers contain a lot of inaccuracies. When they are all only available online perhaps, Wiki-like, more erudite readers will be able to correct the howlers that are now routine in newspapers.  But for now we have to be cautioned that we cannot believe even the most innocuous 'fact' in newspapers, as it will actually be what some graduate trainee half-remembers from a lecture in which they were seriously hung over.

Secondly there is originality.  However, the best and most original new newspaper names are people they've poached from blogs etc.  So essentially they are parasitic on talent broken elsewhere.

Another grouse of mine concerns a famous columnist.  The woman shares my name. This is not a coincidence, nor are we related.  She is an evil identity-thief!  But I'd better not say too much about that.

Basically I'm disappointed.  Once upon a time we had the Fourth Estate.  Now we have knownothings and loblollymen.

Once again I've heard a journalist celebrating some perceived 'victory' in their one-sided war against bloggers.  In this particular case it was the news that there are untold hundreds of millions of blogs which were started and then abandoned, much like this one, I guess.

I've honestly tried to work out what it is so many journalists have against the blogging phenomenon.  OK, it is fair to say that blogging is narcissistic, show-off behaviour, for people deluded enough to think that someone else might possibly want to read their pathetic thoughts, but that's what most journalism is, too!  For every brave war reporter, or battler against miscarriages of justice, or forthright defender of liberty against the state, there are probably hundreds if not thousands of not very interesting hacks plagiarising one another in the slog to produce another 500 words of drivel.

As for the argument that bloggers are illiterate know-nothings who don't have to submit their copy to the quality control that is an editor, it might be persuasive if there wasn't so much stuff published in print that might have been written by the mythical journalist Private Eye dubbed Phil Space.  And the clincher is that we don't have to pay hard cash for access to the blogosphere.

The guy this morning got me so heated about the subject that I decided to write this, despite my previous determination to let this blog rest in peace.

So here's my last word WRITTEN IN UPPER CASE JUST TO ANNOY JOURNALISTS!  MANY OF THE BEST PAID NAMES IN JOURNALISM ARE UNORIGINAL AND BANAL, AND SOME OF THEM ARE POSITIVELY CERTIFIABLE POISONERS OF THE NATIONAL CULTURE.

I feel better now. 

There isn't a point to this blog any more.  I started it when I was looking for a way of chanelling my anger at work.  It was easy enough to disguise the place, its function, and the names of my colleagues, but it was also delicious to but the boot into them, too.

Since that time there is a diminishing point in doing this.  I have to remain anonymous because of my early, libellous entries.  Yet I've no anger left to drive a vitriol filled blog.  So what's the point?

That is, of course, a rhetorical question.  I may or may not post again from time to time, as has been the case for a long time now anyway.  But effectively Sara Splits Infinitives is dead.  RIP.

The big boys have just called!  This minute, just as I was miserably thinking that in some way I'd blown it.  I've not just got some work, I've got BIG IMPORTANT work from a BIG IMPORTANT client!

How pathetic is that?  I'm pleased because I've got some work from fat cat capitalists....  Yippee!

The frustrations of working life were meant to recede into the distant past when I went freelance.  OK, there's less money, but then mostly I do bugger all, and that's the whole point.  But I hadn't banked on ambition striking.  This was supposed to be about giving ambition the push....

This is what happened to change my mood from one of sunny optimism to snarling anxiety.  In my life as an employee in a big firm I had big clients.  I was content to move on to little clients when I told the bosses where to shove their wage slavery.  But a few weeks ago I had a call from a big company.  A very big, smart, flash W1 corporate HQ kinda firm.  They wanted to meet me, to see how we might work together.

Note the salient point here.  I wasn't chasing their business.  They called me.  So I went along, and everyone gave great meeting.  The trouble is, I'm still waiting.  It's not like they won't take my calls.  They've been quite good about keeping me in the loop, calling me rather than the other way around.  But still there's a problem.  Am I going to get the work or not?

And there's the other problem.  I want this work, because it would be a massive two fingers salute to my old bosses.  Work rage has not been banished, despite my attempts at downsizing.

I'd quite like to have a blog again.  Somehow it isn't possible.  I can't see this blog, and apparently no one else can, part from the twenty hits I've had today which baffle me, as I can't gain password access to see this damn thing,

Possibly I got a 20six email some time ago with details of the mysterious password, but deleted it as junk.  I don't think so, but it seems more likely than any other explanation. 

So if there is anyone out there who can help, please do!

Since the changeover I've been unable to access my blog.  Obviously I can post (I assume).  I just can't see the bloddy thing because it is, apparently, password protected, and whoever's password it is, it ain't mine.

I did contact 20six support about a week ago, but with no response so far.  So if any nice person can advise me, I'd be happy beyond belief to receive your magic words.