I think the BBC managed to confuse the hell out of most people I’ve spoken to so far this morning, as well as leaving them in a general state of slight ignorance.
The strike action that led to the cancellation of BBC Radio’s flagship news programme – Today – is surely, in the scheme of things, not the world’s most momentous problem, however… when it’s a staple of your morning diet, it sort of is.
Morning people should get some dispensation from the strike action. We are delicate people, emerging out of sleep. We need not to be screwed with; it messes with our day. As well as our heads.
Bleary eyed, I emerge from the bathroom, and switch on the radio, and expect to hear some politician or senior civil servant being uncermoniously grilled by John Humphrys, or some far-off political revolution being discussed by people I’ve never heard of in terms I simply don’t understand. As unlikely as it sounds, this is comforting. At least I know vaguely what’s going on, internationally, in a fuzzy ‘dreamistan’ kind of way.
This morning, however, switching on the radio, I was greeted by Just a Minute. Now, I like Radio 4, perhaps it’s just because I’m getting older, whatever, but I like some of their comedy, Just a Minute in particular. So while I was glad to hear Just a Minute, HOWEVER – They generally repeat Just a Minute at midday on a Sunday, so as soon as I heard the familiar tones of the panellists, I really wanted to go back to bed.
I can see why they did it, though, the idea, I guess, being that in order for people not to get confused and think they were hearing news or anything current, they had to put something on that was about as far from news as could be imagined. Just a Minute is pretty far, I guess.
It began to strike me, though how good it would be if they could just combine the two, a little, just because waking up this morning to people trying to speak for a minute without hesitation, deviation or repetition was actually quite pleasant. And a nice change from forceful journalists shouting at slippery politicians.
So perhaps tomorrow morning, to ease me back into the morning routine, John Humphries could ask his politicians to speak on a subject of his choosing for one whole minute without hestiation, deviation or repetition.
And he could have buzzer, and award pooints. And if they deviated, and hesitated, and repitited (…?) then they would LOSE.
That would be ace.