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Further to the mini furor over a certain local tabloid newspaper's journalist snitching a line from the blogsphere's Miss Linda Chia's blog some weeks ago and passing it off as her own, yesterday's paper had an article titled 'Muddy Gras'. Seems somewhat witty doesn't it? A play on words, so clever.
But then, you read on, and you realise, the article isn't about gay pride, or fancy floats or anything remotely related to the celebration of homosexuality. It's about the underground vice movement catered for foreign workers, illegal sex, gambling and what have you. Completely unrelated. So how does this piece warrant a title like that? Apart from the fact that activities are conducted on a big patch of muddy grass, I sure didn't read of men banging each other in the bushes. Get your festivals (and facts for that matter) right tabloid journos. It's so embarrassing!