Picture this! Or not.

A tale of mystery has been published by various news outlets around the world in recent weeks about an old black-and-white 35mm film found and developed by Irish photographer William Fagan.

The film was left undeveloped for decades in a roll that came with an antique Leica camera Mr Fagan bought a few years ago.

The developed snaps are of an unknown couple on a motoring tour of Europe possibly in the 1950s. (main picture)

News outlets elsewhere have run at least some of the photos in an effort to help solve the mystery of the couple’s identity. It will be a good yarn if that ever happens.

But Brisbane turdbloid the Sunday Mail ran just a word story (pictured) when the whole point – which all other outlets seem to grasp – is to give people a taste of the photos to see if they recognise anyone in them.

You may think that maybe there was no space in the Sunday Mail for a couple of the mystery pics.

Why then was there sufficient space on other pages to run multiple pics of people like Prince William and his children or several snaps of TV host Karl Stefanovic learning to surf?

Our Media Glass House team members can only conclude that the Sunday Mail has short-changed both its readers and the story.

Now, to be absolutely clear we mean all Sunday Mail readers have been short-changed. We don’t suggest there are only two.

Although if this type of editorial decision is repeated too often, who knows?

A crisped writing style

It gives The Glass House no pleasure at all to have to pull up a journo we admire, the Sun-Herald columnist Jacqueline Maley (below) for being rather sillied at the weekend.

And it’s over her use of the word, crisped, the past tense of crisp, the process by which you give food a crisp surface by placing it in an oven or under a grill.

Below is how Jacqueline used “crisped” in her column while recounting last summer’s terrible bush fires and how Scott Morrison was treated when he visited the fire zones.

Crisped communities, Jacqueline? Using crisped as an adjective, to boot.

We marvel at how any local residents so crisped could do anything, let alone refuse to shake the hand of the PM who, as we all know, had only days earlier been Hawaiian shirted and securely compounded, right, Jacqueline? Well and truly gated and communicated, in fact.

The Glass House has no problem at all with famous newspaper columnists using words creatively but on this occasion we believe Ms Maley has come up with a very poored example of that.