The Thunderer? Indeed. Giles Coren’s rant at sub editors.

I don’t follow the work of Giles Coren. At all. The only thing I know about him is that he’s the smarmy looking, curly-haired bloke who’s a bit posh, a bit of a foodie and occasionaly shows up on my telly with a woman who used to be one half of a lesbian morning TV double act (Mel? Kim? Something like that).

But he definitely stoked up my interest with this letter (link here or read the full text, below) having a right go at the rather naughty sub-editor at The Times who had the temerity to alter his golden prose.

It’s nice to see a man so passionate about his work. However, what it really left me wondering was how, for purposes of metre, I should stress the ‘a’ in “complete, precious tw@t”.

Subs are an often misunderstood bunch – and when I had the good fortune to work with them on the backbench at the Daily Record, I had all my prceconceptions turned on their head. As a result, I no longer subscribe to the view that they are failed reporters who hamfistedly mash up the words of uber-talented writers.

Truth is most of them are failed reporters. But they’ve got many other talents, and in my humble opinion tend to be rather more gifted in the technicalities of wordsmithery than those whose copy they get to “tinker” with.

So in the spirt of standing up for often-maligned and rarely appreciated backroom boys and girls of the nation’s subs desks can I just say this:

Giles Coren. You are a ringpiece. Actually, your favoured Yiddish probably serves the situation better. You are a putz. I can’t for the life of me think what actions (in previous lives or here and now) the assembled subs at The Thunderer did to deserve you.  A final point. You’re noshing wordplay wasn’t funny in the first place.

Here’s the self-obsessed, precious rant in full:


I am mightily pissed off. I have addressed this to Owen, Amanda and Ben because I don’t know who i am supposed to be pissed off with (i’m assuming owen, but i filed to amanda and ben so it’s only fair), and also to Tony, who wasn’t here – if he had been I’m guessing it wouldn’t have happened.

I don’t really like people tinkering with my copy for the sake of tinkering. I do not enjoy the suggestion that you have a better ear or eye for how I want my words to read than I do. Owen, we discussed your turning three of my long sentences into six short ones in a single piece, and how that wasn’t going to happen anymore, so I’m really hoping it wasn’t you that f****d up my review on saturday.

It was the final sentence. Final sentences are very, very important. A piece builds to them, they are the little jingle that the reader takes with him into the weekend.

I wrote: “I can’t think of a nicer place to sit this spring over a glass of rosé and watch the boys and girls in the street outside smiling gaily to each other, and wondering where to go for a nosh.”

It appeared as: “I can’t think of a nicer place to sit this spring over a glass of rosé and watch the boys and girls in the street outside smiling gaily to each other, and wondering where to go for nosh.”

There is no length issue. This is someone thinking “I’ll just remove this indefinite article because Coren is an illiterate c**t and i know best”.

Well, you f*****g don’t.
This was s**t, shit sub-editing for three reasons.
1) ‘Nosh’, as I’m sure you fluent Yiddish speakers know, is a noun formed from a bastardisation of the German ‘naschen’. It is a verb, and can be construed into two distinct nouns. One, ‘nosh’, means simply ‘food’. You have decided that this is what i meant and removed the ‘a’. I am insulted enough that you think you have a better ear for English than me. But a better ear for Yiddish? I doubt it. Because the other noun, ‘nosh’ means “a session of eating” – in this sense you might think of its dual valency as being similar to that of ‘scoff’. you can go for a scoff. or you can buy some scoff. the sentence you left me with is s**t, and is not what i meant. Why would you change a sentnece aso that it meant something i didn’t mean? I don’t know, but you risk doing it every time you change something. And the way you avoid this kind of f**k up is by not changing a word of my copy without asking me, okay? it’s easy. Not. A. Word. Ever.

2) I will now explain why your error is even more s**t than it looks. You see, i was making a joke. I do that sometimes. I have set up the street as “sexually-charged”. I have described the shenanigans across the road at G.A.Y.. I have used the word ‘gaily’ as a gentle nudge. And “looking for a nosh” has a secondary meaning of looking for a blowjob. Not specifically gay, for this is soho, and there are plenty of girls there who take money for noshing boys. “looking for nosh” does not have that ambiguity. the joke is gone. I only wrote that sodding paragraph to make that joke. And you’ve f*****g stripped it out like a pissed Irish plasterer restoring a renaissance fresco and thinking jesus looks s**t with a beard so plastering over it. You might as well have removed the whole paragraph. I mean, f******g christ, don’t you read the copy?

3) And worst of all. Dumbest, deafest, shittest of all, you have removed the unstressed ‘a’ so that the stress that should have fallen on “nosh” is lost, and my piece ends on an unstressed syllable. When you’re winding up a piece of prose, metre is crucial. Can’t you hear? Can’t you hear that it is wrong? It’s not fucking rocket science. It’s fucking pre-GCSE scansion. I have written 350 restaurant reviews for The Times and i have never ended on an unstressed syllable. Fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.

I am sorry if this looks petty (last time i mailed a Times sub about the change of a single word i got in all sorts of trouble) but i care deeply about my work and i hate to have it fucked up by shit subbing. I have been away, you’ve been subbing joe and hugo and maybe they just file and fuck off and think “hey ho, it’s tomorrow’s fish and chips” – well, not me. I woke up at three in the morning on sunday and fucking lay there, furious, for two hours. weird, maybe. but that’s how it is.

It strips me of all confidence in writing for the magazine. No exaggeration. i’ve got a review to write this morning and i really don’t feel like doing it, for fear that some nuance is going to be removed from the final line, the pay-off, and i’m going to have another weekend ruined for me.

I’ve been writing for The Times for 15 years and i have never asked this before – i have never asked it of anyone i have written for – but I must insist, from now on, that i am sent a proof of every review i do, in pdf format, so i can check it for fuck-ups. and i must be sent it in good time in case changes are needed. It is the only way i can carry on in the job.

And, just out of interest, I’d like whoever made that change to email me and tell me why. Tell me the exact reasoning which led you to remove that word from my copy.

Sorry to go on. Anger, real steaming fucking anger can make a man verbose.
All the best


7 thoughts on “The Thunderer? Indeed. Giles Coren’s rant at sub editors.

  1. Cheers for that! Just as I said: Subs is great.

    Apologies for a quite horrendous howler. That really f*cked up my metre.

  2. Christ.

    If Coren was staff, sitting a few metres away from the subs in the newsroom, I suspect he would have made less of a fuss.

    In a just world the sub responsible would be a master craftsmen of the old school, preferably Glaswegian, the sort who would give an achingly unfunny fandan like GC an unforgettable public monstering just for sport.


  3. What baffles me is why they don’t sack the choob.

    In any other profession at all this kind of abusive tosh would get the author frogmarched out of the building.

    Does The Times really value his services so highly that he can get away with this (I understand it’s not the first time he’s pulled this kind of stunt)?

    It’s London for chrissakes! Surely they can find another food critic with z-list celebrity status who cracks smug in-jokes in Yiddish and always finishes on a stressed syllable…

  4. What a tosser or should that be tosher. Oops wordplay really fecked up here……scott your metre is fecked,mines is fecked, god damn sounds like the subs who have to deal with this nutjob not even in the alphabet lister foodie metres are fecked.
    shame his weekend was ruined over ‘a’ – maybe this weekend it will be ruined by ‘p45’

  5. What to say to the precious, witless ferret-faced little fuck on seeing him in the street? How about, “Hey, Giles. Cunt. Sorry, I meant A cunt.”

    Shouting at people who can’t ordinarily answer back is low. Assuming subs never make honest mistakes leaves a snake’s arseho;e towering above him. It’s catering copy, love, not WRRRRI-TING. Perhaps being Gordon Ramsay’s telly bitch has born too heavy a price.

    Personally, I find cancer of the hairlip more amusing than either of those self-adoring attention pigs. Still, at first I thought: musn’t gloat too much since the little tosser, who looks like he belongs in a tapas kitchen doing the washing up, is evidently unhappy. But then I like it when bad people suffer. Way to piss on your dad’s memory, Giles.

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