Today, Saturday, The Guardian has a supplement for its second centenary:
Good to revisit the glories of yesteryear: the take-down of Jonathan Aitken (He lied and lied and lied), cash-for-questions (A liar and a cheat), Edward Snowden, Murdoch’s phone-hacking, the Panama papers …
Like most pop-music top-lists (compare the changing face of Rolling Stone‘s 500 Greatest Albums) , that coverage is tilted towards more recent history. Unlike such ephemera, a little anthology like today’s supplement rubs in the dystopias we have witnessed: Sarajevo, Haiti, the fall of Saigon, Rwanda, Eichmann. Interspersed are more uplifting moments: the end of the Berlin Wall, the election of Obama, seven pages (in the original, sadly not here) of San Seriffe.
At the foot of page 27, moment #65, is a classic Steve Bell cartoon from 1992:
There’s one in urgent need of an update.
For any who don’t recognise the Ur-source, that’s the Wobblies’ Pyramid of Capitalism:
I can be precise as to when and where I first encountered the Manchester Guardian. It was in the home of Alan Tuck, post-master at Wells, Norfolk. The Tucks lived at the bottom of Two Furlong Hill: Adrian Tuck was my contemporary at primary-school. For me, the son of a Daily Express reading house, that far-flung, exotic paper was something of a revelation. As soon as I was old enough, and certainly at TCD, The Guardian (Manchester being elided in 1959, but not from the trend of Neville Cardus’s cricket columns) was my arm-candy. Usually folded with Douglas Gageby‘s Irish Times.