Remember Max Gogarty? If you don't know him, you'll know the type - young, north London, meeja type, a wannabe journalist with bucketloads of confidence and, most of all, connected. The Max Gogartys of this world aren't always hugely popular among FleetStreetBlues' readers...
In February 2008, young Max, aged 19, fired off a rather self-conscious, cliched column about his forthcoming gap year trip to India and Thailand. There was much talk of skinny jeans, London buses and beautiful girls. When the internet found out he was not just connected but his dad was the Guardian's travel writer Paul Gogarty, a media storm ensued.
Those responsible were quickly dubbed 'cyber bullies' - and now, two years on, Max Gogarty, who's somehow won a Bafta in the meantime, has popped up again, in an Observer feature about life at the centre of the media scrum.
It took three months' travelling to replace the relentless belly-fear that was the legacy of my blog. Fortunately I was falling in love with India. Meeting so many people who gave me so much and had so little, together with a clearer picture of the absurdity of the blog aftermath, started clearing my head.
Somehow, we have a feeling this won't be the last we hear of him...
2 comments:
he still sounds like a bit of a knob
Is he still wearing skinny jeans and shitting himself?
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