Paper Monitor
13:56 UK time, Wednesday, 16 January 2013
A service highlighting the riches of the daily press.
Got a dog in your office? Today's lesson: When you offer to take it out for a lunchtime walk, avoid the revolving doors.
The papers rake over the sorry tale of Tatler's office puppy Alan, who died after becoming trapped in the revolving door at Vogue House in Mayfair, central London.
It really was a bad day at the office for all concerned, conveyed in this sub-headline in the Daily Telegraph - "Dachshund with online following dies after becoming trapped in office's revolving door while in trainee's care"
When interns blot their copybook it is usually through such mundane accidents as spilling coffee on the boss or turning up without a tie. So spare a thought for the trainee at Tatler magazine, whose task of taking the office's beloved pet for a walk came to a tragic end... The dachshund was being taken out on a lead by a member of staff, said to be a female intern, when it became distracted by a jogger returning from a lunchtime run and attempted to dash through the door in a "split second" before getting trapped.
Heart-rending enough? The Telegraph and others reprint photos of Alan in happier times - sleeping on a desk, drinking from a Tatler mug, gazing up with his limpid, brown eyes...
(Oh, it is too, too much. Tissues - stat!)
Unusually the Daily Mail , but does detail his family tree:
[Owner] Jennifer's partner is the son of George Plumptre, who was Princess Diana's first boyfriend
The Guardian, despite its own fashion writers being Alan fans (one of whom said in her Twitter tribute that she had had "half a toe sliced off in the Guardian revolving door"), finds no space for the story in today's paper.
Its G2 lead feature is about the demise of the High Street, and contains some very familiar quotes from Jonathan Coe, author of 1970s-set novel The Rotter's Club. Very familiar...
Having greater choice has taken us out of that comfort zone. It's like growing up and having to cook for yourself instead of having your mum put a plate of fish fingers and a bowl of Angel Delight in front of you every evening.
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