lock, stock and two smoking barrels: guy ritchie, 1998.
a French judge has ruled against a blogger because her scathing restaurant review was too prominent in google search results.
the judge ordered that the post’s title be amended and told the blogger caroline doudet to pay damages.
ms doudet said the decision made it a crime to be highly ranked on search engines.
the restaurant owners said the article’s prominence was unfairly hurting their business.
ms doudet was sued by the owner of il giardino restaurant in the Aquitaine region of southwestern France after she wrote a blogpost entitled “the place to avoid in cap-ferret: il giardino”.
according to court documents, the review appeared fourth in the results of a google search for the restaurant. the judge decided that the blog’s title should be changed, so that the phrase: “the place to avoid” was less prominent in the results.
the judge sitting in Bordeaux also pointed out that the harm to the restaurant was exacerbated by the fact that ms doudet’s fashion and literature blog “cultur’elle" had around 3,000 followers, indicating she thought it was a significant number.
masked, hooded men ran along the platform nervously waving their guns, as the large grey door to one of five train carriages was levered open. a ghoulish stench poured out; inside the glint of shiny black body bags piled in a heap was visible. a group of international monitors from the osce peered in briefly, and then the door was swung shut again.
that this event was seen as a great breakthrough in the cleanup of the mh17 air disaster only went to show what a grimly farcical mess it had been up to now.
as politicians, investigators and relatives of the dead across the world expressed anger at the Kremlin for not forcing pro-Russia rebels to offer more cooperation, there had yet to be any serious examination of the crash site. experts suggested vital clues to how the Malaysia airlines boeing was brought down could have been lost for ever as the site continued to be a free-for-all three days after the tragedy, which took 298 lives.
the small OSCE mission on the scene is made up merely of monitors. not a single international aviation expert or investigator has visited the site, as evidence disappears. until sunday lunchtime, nobody even knew where the body bags from the site had been taken, with dark rumours swirling. even now, the osce monitors have had to take the word of the local emergency services that 196 bodies have been found so far.
"we have not been able to count them as that would be too difficult in this situation," said alexander hug, the deputy chief of the osce mission, as he was circled by rebels with guns.
we have a lot of green blind spots – moments where acute cognitive dissonance consolidates rather than changing a rather unsustainable behaviour. of course we all care about waste, but convenience conquers all when push comes to shove. the vast towering mountain of disposable coffee cups is a case in point.
after all, the alternatives are not exactly harrowing. why not plonk your overworked behind on a chair for 15 happy minutes and enjoy the privilege of your pricey hot beverage? why not sip it from a rather more sophisticated china rim as opposed to sucking it toddler-like through a slit in a plastic lid (stay classy, Seattle).
or use a reusable cup perhaps? apparently the ability to rinse, reuse and remember to carry these with us has so far been beyond the realms of convenient reality. it’s much like the way our desperate and urgent need for rehydration demands instant access to disposable plastic bottled water. how strange this must look to desert dwelling peoples! If we’re so terrified of daily dessication, can’t we carry a reusable flask? it would appear not, and so we wretchedly resign ourselves to the status quo, and the cups and bottles pile up around us.
but is this really the best we can do? even during the most solipsistic, hedonistic occasion of a summer festival, traditionally carpeted with a crunchy shagpile of can and cup debris, pioneers such as shambala have already gone entirely plastic bottle free, introduced reusable cups and are striving for genuine “zero waste to landfill” status. if you can get several thousand addled punters to reuse cups and bring their own water bottles in a damp English field it can’t beyond the ken of more urban types to do the same. there was also a move to do this at Glastonbury this year.
the desire to drink coffee yet also walk around has led to more than 2.5bn cups being thrown away every year in the UK. you may have assumed that they were recyclable, as they are made out of paper; in fact the recyclable bit is trapped under a film of plastic that stops the paper getting soggy. it’s also difficult to remove, so most go straight to landfill.
over a year, this adds up to about 25,000 tonnes of waste, apparently enough to fill London’s Royal Albert Hall – but that would be an even stupider place to put them than a landfill. frankly, if every discarded paper cup were to be sent straight to the Albert Hall, it probably wouldn’t have taken until 2014 to create the world’s first fully recyclable paper cup. aside from that, we see only two solutions: grab our culture by the lapels and convince everyone it’s fine to sit down for five piddling little minutes to have a coffee, or convince people to go down the reusable route. we’ve looked at five reusable coffee cups, and graded them out of five according to the taste of the coffee, comfort, attractiveness, how easy they are to clean, and, just for a laugh, “clever points”.