Two bylines, one Saturday paper

So I got two stories in today's paper. One of which I am very proud of. The other, however, looks ridiculous even to me. I'll leave you to work out which one is which.
But the one I broke my foot for... and ruined a pair of jeans for... the one the angle changed three times for... that story... the disjointed one which reads like a desperate bid to make something stand-up which doesn't actually stand-up... the one where no-one is actually saying the things my article attacks the Minister for... that article... that article... could... well... be... an... absolute... piece... of... shite.
Possibly.
I'm just saying.