Of course, the question remains...
Just how was it that John Prescott didn't find it possible to cast an eye
over the agreement that could have averted today's fire strike before 9 am,
but did manage to get up to do an interview on Today explaining how he hadn't
had a chance to read it?
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This blog does seem to be driven quite heavily by the Today Programme, which
is partly because we get our biggest chunk of current affairs while we walk
into work; we watch BBC Breakfast before we leave the house ("can't we
have news with pictures?") and it's not like the piss-poor consumer tat
that clutters that show is going to make us think very deeply, is it?
So, we were interested to read an
article in the Guardian suggesting that maybe the programme doesn't have
that much influence any more. Of course government ministers and their unamed
aides are going to rubbish the show - it's about the only place left where
they get asked questions rather than get given chances to chat; it's clear
to anyone that David Frost is a man who should be allowed to spend his Sunday
mornings slumbering quietly in his bed until its time for medication, and
yet nobody at Westminster is going to give unnamed briefings against him because
he might be confused, fusty and obscure, but he's also sycophantic. And that's
special.
We're going to sit here and allow ourselves a little chuckle at the way people
try to pretend that Five Live is ever going to oust Today as the thinking
person's choice at breakfast. The news on Five Live performs the same function
to the sport as the interviews with Norman Mailer relate to the tits in Playboy.
Five Live may become more listened to, in time, but it's never going to be
more heard.
But we're reserving our greatest applause for Piers Morgan, editor of The
Daily Mirror. His opinion, when asked about Today, was:
It is not as important as the media intelligentsia make it out to be. I
get a better idea of what people on the street care about from 5 Live or TalkSport.
Today has become a caricature. You know they'll lead on whatever the broadsheets
and the Daily Mail lead on. It appeals to a small coterie of London media
and political people. I never find it revelatory.
Right. Let's take these in reverse order, shall we? Since Morgan's idea of
"revelatory" has been to pay Paul Burrell £300,000 and add
nothing new to the sum of knowledge about how we are governed, and to constantly
hint that he's got some kind of dirt on Ian Hislop but never actually reveal
it - because, poor diddums, he was exposed as a half-tank mind on Have I Got
News For You (twice), it's a moot point exactly what sort of 'revelation'
he is looking for. Obviously, the continued coverage of the Head of the Catholic
Church in England and Wales' habit of giving one more chance to paedeophiles
isn't going to line-up with what Morgan thinks is important. And if he really
thinks that its Today's role to reflect what people on the street 'care about',
then he really is as desperately poor at comprehension as his paper would
suggest. You don't look to the show to tell you what people are bellowing
about in the saloon; it's role is to go beyond the standard basic level of
understanding and provide news coverage that assumes a certain level of intelligence
and background knowledge. And if an editor of a national daily newspaper really
sets any store by the illiterate braying morons who call Talk Sport in order
to share their limited understanding of poorly written news stories they've
had read to them, that would be a resigning matter, surely?
A gift for the person who's got everything:
Grand Theft
Winona
Update:
More on the biased BBC thing, I'm afraid - our friends over at the biased
BBC blog seem to still not quite get the point that balanced reporting
doesn't mean that when you report A, you also have to report the existence
of not A. This week, they've singled out a report about an airgun amnesty
in London. Now, all the BBC has done is,
basically, said "there's a campaign to get people to hand in their
guns, and the police don't think they make a very good christmas gift for
children. Now, to be totally balanced, the BBC should have interviewed someone
who enjoys being shot at by guns, true, but it's a bloody short piece about
the amnesty. Police Collect Guns. Nowhere does it editorialise that
guns are bad. Or that airguns are bad.
Oh, and - teaching kids to shoot stuff as a Festive Gift? I'm guessing the
complainant doesn't live in a neighbourhood like mine, where all we want for
Christmas is for the kids to declare a Holiday Truce.
Lets hope BBBC don't find out that an equally
biased report on a guns amnesty in sunderland - they actually imply that
knife is a weapon which, as B-BBC correspondent Phil Bulmer would be quick
to point out, is as ridiculous as calling a baseball bat a weapon. Presumably.
What we don't understand is how B-BBC can condemn the ITC for thinking that
the British public can't tell 'news' from 'comment', and then gets itself
into a big, sexy, pouty sweat because it believes that the British public
can't tell a news report of an airgun amnesty from a definitive statement
on gun control.
There are bad, bad people on the rise
The bloody BNP have won
a council seat in a Blackburn by-election. They only just won - BNP 578;
Lab 562; Lib Dem 505; Con 154 - but that makes it worse rather than better.
Its disgusting that Labour and the Lib Dems allowed this to happen by splitting
the Not Racist Fucker vote so badly - I'm sure there was some pressing local
issue that made it impossible for the two parties to work together to keep
the scum from getting what they'll present as more evidence that their divisive,
hate-filled alleged politics have been somehow legitimised. Maybe the Ways
and Means committee was finely balanced, and so for one party to have stepped
down would have resulted in slightly different shaped wheelie bins.
So, let's cheer ourselves up - one of them (and doesn't he look like a gay
80's pop star?) might be on Blackburn Council, but let's focus instead on
one in the right place. Last week, David Wilson, a BNP member, was banged
up in prison for distributing race hate material. Naturally, the BNP are trying
to suggest that he's a political prisonner of conscience, and are even arranging
an appeal. They're so dimwitted, they admit that because he got caught for
trying to stir up racial hatred his marriage broke up, but then try to elicit
sympathy for him by saying that "his children are having to live without
him while he's in prison" - erm, if he's no longer living with his wife,
wouldn't they anyway?
Even more fascinating is the BNP's sudden discovery of the conditions in prison.
While their party policy decries "The liberal fixation with the rights
of criminals", once one of them gets banged up in Barlinnie, they suddenly
come over all Elizabeth Fry, attacking the "cells of the grim Victorian
Barlinnie Prison on the outskirts of Glasgow where the disgusting practice
of "slopping out" is still a daily occurence." So, what is
it, BNP - is poor treatment of convicted offenders acceptable or not? Should
we be campaigning to get slopping out ended nationwide, or would that be part
of a "liberal fixation"?
TV Review
Presumably it's called TLC [Mondays, 9.30pm, BBC2] because it's no Scrubs?
Dead Ringers [Mondays, 9pm, BBC2] actually manages the transfer to TV really
well - it's the first time in living memory a show's actually been improved
by migrating from audio to in-vision, which is odd because the actual visual
quality of the impressions are very, very poor indeed. They need to do something
about how they approach Bush - portraying the man as a doddering chump isn't
actually satire, and isn't especially original - all news footage of the man
has done exactly the same thing, and most of the punchlines are virtually
distributed by SMS before the sketch starts, but its not too bad.
We fancy Mark Owen, and so seeing him do the Adam Ant pisstake on Celebrity
Big Brother was one of those nice warm melty moments on TV - like discovering
your long lost twin or something. But really, the last word on CBB2 went to
Graham Norton, who popped up midway to promote his show. "With Rosanna
Arquette and Rod Stewart. Real celebrities." Exactly.
Adventures in Blogland
I
Touch Myself is a small but growing webring for people who are happy to
admit they wank. The sites on it aren't porn, or even much to wank about -
the connection is that they're run by people who when someone goes "Hey...
wanker" they go "yeah?"
Da Ish - sometimes, parody
is redundant. A painfully white, teenage boy tries to be black. Tries very,
very hard indeed.
Life imitates web
B3TA asked for 1950's-style
information campaigns
The
Home Office decided to enter
My Father was in charge of USD25million...
Now, you'll know if you ever read No Rock that we're not fond of spam ourselves,
but we think that maybe Film
Threat should try and relax a bit more. They got a spam - one of those
"someone you know has a crush on you" type affairs - and rather
than just deleting it and moving on, they decided to launch a campaign. We
think it got a bit out of hand, especially when the site starts to suggest
that the anti-spam movement should start to behave like anti-paedophile campaigners,
and we think the effect will be for spammers to just become more devious in
hiding their real world addresses rather than stopping their activities all
together.
And, finally:
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