Quality of Reporting

Following the protests against education cuts that led to trouble outside (and inside) Conservbative HQ at Millbank, philoko commented adversely on the quality of media coverage of the event (I think it was a comment over on Twitter rather than here, but I can't be bothered to check!).

Peter Brookes in The Times has something to say on the quailty of 24 hour news coverage on the very point:



Quality of broadcast news coverage has fallen dramatically as the quantity has increased and the imagination/ability of the people on the spot to analyse what's going on and why is diminished, too.

Quality of Reporting

Following the protests against education cuts that led to trouble outside (and inside) Conservbative HQ at Millbank, philoko commented adversely on the quality of media coverage of the event (I think it was a comment over on Twitter rather than here, but I can't be bothered to check!).

Peter Brookes in The Times has something to say on the quailty of 24 hour news coverage on the very point:



Quality of broadcast news coverage has fallen dramatically as the quantity has increased and the imagination/ability of the people on the spot to analyse what's going on and why is diminished, too.

Winding down...

Friday afternoon and there is a ‘while the cat is away’ feeling here today. The Deputy Director is away and the deputy Deputy Director is at work, but not in the office and not likely to be so, being off on a monitoring visit, or something. Even my gaffer is looking to slope off early.

It’s been a long week – mind you, I thought it had been a long week by about 11.30 on Monday morning. I shall be glad to slope off, close the door at home behind me and generally make rude gestures to the outside world until Monday morning.

There is a general agreement, I think, that we should hide indoors as much as possible, do a few unavoidable chores – laundry and hoovering and spend the rest of the time pootling around and relaxing. I can do that. And I am soooo tired. I blame the combination of excruciating boredom in the office in combination with the temperature fluctuations our climate is throwing at us right now.

And anyway, I’m skint. Not to the point of being completely boracic, you understand, but with GASPs coming up at the end of the month and Christmas soon after…

Winding down...

Friday afternoon and there is a ‘while the cat is away’ feeling here today. The Deputy Director is away and the deputy Deputy Director is at work, but not in the office and not likely to be so, being off on a monitoring visit, or something. Even my gaffer is looking to slope off early.

It’s been a long week – mind you, I thought it had been a long week by about 11.30 on Monday morning. I shall be glad to slope off, close the door at home behind me and generally make rude gestures to the outside world until Monday morning.

There is a general agreement, I think, that we should hide indoors as much as possible, do a few unavoidable chores – laundry and hoovering and spend the rest of the time pootling around and relaxing. I can do that. And I am soooo tired. I blame the combination of excruciating boredom in the office in combination with the temperature fluctuations our climate is throwing at us right now.

And anyway, I’m skint. Not to the point of being completely boracic, you understand, but with GASPs coming up at the end of the month and Christmas soon after…