Oh, for the love of God! I thought he was gone for good but then he goes and announces yet another self-indulgent festival of Ray Martin the very important and influential journalist.

Ray Martin is set to spill the beans on his 40-year career in the media industry, after Random House won the bidding war for his autobiography.

Random House said the veteran broadcaster’s book was slated for a Christmas 2009 release, but would not disclose how much the deal was worth.

[…]

“It’s been a colourful, crowded journey,” Martin said. “A million miles, a hundred countries and a thousand stories.”

And won’t the background gossip on great moments in journalism like the Paxton disgrace, the fawning John Howard arselicking sessions, and the ethics-free chequebook journalism make great reading?

But I think my strongest memory of Ray Martin the journalist will be of Ray Martin the piano man.

Twat.

In this episode The Editor, John Surname, Billybob, and Craig discuss the following:

* “Sorry”
* Brendan Nelson
* Warren Truss
* Andrew Bolt
* Education
* Bogans
* Ray Martin
* John Howard
* Russell Crowe
* Chris Johnston
* Scientology

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After three decades at the network Ray Martin has quit Channel Nine.

Despite Martin’s apparent goodwill, his departure comes as a black cloud hangs over the Sunday program, which he was to host when it returns this Sunday morning.

Sources say Martin has clashed with network bosses over changes to the Sunday format in the last two weeks, which Martin felt would “gut” the 25 year old program of its journalistic gravitas.

The “gravitas” of which Martin speaks has been a hallmark of his contribution to Australian journalism over the past 39 years. How could any self-respecting Australian forget the kind of hard-hitting investigative reports, arse-licking John Howard “interviews”, Commonwealth Games commentary, and celebrity pap that Martin used to bring us on A Current Affair during his six years hosting the program?

And of course there’s the legendary John Safran confrontation after Martin’s filthy ethics-neutral journalistic tactics were turned back on him.

No matter how bad Martin’s journalism was it was never as bad as his fashion sense.

Blue, pink and yellow: together at last

And no matter how bad Martin’s fashion sense was it was never as bad as Mike Munro’s.

For the love of God, are they Tasmanian tigers?

Ray Martin: good fucking riddance.

Channel Nine’s resident lego-head, Ray Martin, is on Radio National Breakfast right now getting all righteous and sanctimonious about Nine’s free speech rights being infringed by the yanking of the TV debate feed. Apparently the Liberal Party’s actions threaten this country’s “democracy.” Wanker.

I’ve got no sympathy at all for his whinging; I do agree that in a perfect world Nine should be able to run the debate footage with whatever pathetic gimmick they want, but the simple fact is that Nine were offered the feed on the condition that they did not run the worm. They ran the worm. The feed was pulled. Sounds fair to me.

And while we’re talking about worms, for all the media’s crapping on about how the worm is a meaningless gimmick it hasn’t stopped supposedly quality broadsheets from splashing those meaningless numbers all over their (gimmicky pink) front page.