William Frederick, on the BBC
I’m a British chap. Well, someone has to be, don’t they? In the UK we have the BBC. The BBC are our national broadcaster, funded by the good old TV Licence paying public. The BBC are known for constantly whining on and on about their funding. “How can we produce quality output without another £100 kazillion quid (compounded up of course, year on year, just like what the bankers do). It’s only what we deserve for our balanced, tolerant and enlightened, artistic genius”. This author disagrees.
I used to be a supporter of the BBC but now I have slipped away from them and joined the ever growing throng of people that think they are nothing but a great big fat waste of money. (Or what our American cousins would call a boondoggle). No longer do the BBC stand for truth, honesty and fair play. Now they have their own political agenda. The BBC have become the home of the luvvie. A club for posturing leftie do-gooders. A shrine for the lacklustre. A haven where interns (the useless offspring of the well connected) stand around all day, drinking lattes. You can identify an intern very easily by simply asking their name, which will be something like Lettice, Peregrine, Epiphany or Rafferty. Of course, if you listen to their ‘heads-of’ (everyone at the BBC is the ‘head of’ something or other), they are all fabulous and we should consider ourselves grateful to have them. …Okay Yah! What’s more they are criminally over paid! (See comments for clarification)
Let’s take a look at some of the issues that have recently made off with my goat. The Beeb or Aunty (to use their 1970s sobriquets) is a nationalised broadcasting organisation that used to be known for its quality output. This must be true because Whoopi Goldberg used to say so in one of their self-advertisements.
That quality has at the very least become questionable and some would say that it has simply gone, which will become more apparent as I progress through the following few topics.