There is no higher journalistic calling than the discipline known in
kindergartens around the English-speaking world as “reading out loud”.
Yet days pass with less socially responsible newspapers devoting as little
as two or three pages to the matter. So thank heaven BBC director-general
Mark Thompson’s drive to remind us of its sovereign importance by commanding
his minions to scour the land, much as Arthur sent his knights to find the
grail, for a mature lady newsreader. We will come to the betting below, but
first a suggestion.
Of such significance is the search for a woman over 50 who retains the twin
capacities to read and speak that it must not be rushed. The answer is a
Saturday night BBC1 show, after the Arlene Phillips-free Strictly Come
Dancing, on the usual lines. A panel of Joan Bakewell, Esther Rantzen, Mary
Warnock and Lady Thatcher would judge the performances before the public
phoned in its votes. The grand finale would be a live read-off involving a
bulletin heavily dotted with Thai, Sri Lankan and Latvian surnames, and with
traps laid for potentially obscene Spoonerisms. This is so much more, after
all, than a cunning stunt to assuage the middle-aged female demographic.
This is a golden chance to democratise a vital area, because as Marshall
McLuhan should have said, you get the newsreaders you deserve. Let’s find
ourselves one to be proud of.
Runners and riders
And so to the early betting for the Tokenist Old Boiler Autocutie Stakes.
Paddy Power makes Anna Ford 100-30 favourite, with fellow ageism victim
Moira Stuart close behind on 7-2. Nonagenarian chart topper Dame Vera Lynn
is next best at 7-1, while bracketed on 9s are Kate Adie, Angela Rippon,
Virginia Wade and Sue McGregor. A slightly desperate job application on 5
Live (“I’m still hot” was the gist) sees Jan Leeming drift to 12s.
Then comes Arlene Phillips on 16-1, with Valerie Singleton, Bridget Kendall,
Mad Mel Phillips, Orla Guerin and the late Googie Withers all on 20s. It’s
25-1 bar those. Susan Hampshire is now available at 33-1 “with a run”
after complaints to the BBC from the British Dyslexia Association about bias.
Hunt the Tory spokesman
Little has been heard on this mature female newscaster front thus far from the
Tory spokesman on the media, but it can’t be long.
Jeremy Hunt is everywhere these days, dominating the subject at Westminster
with ease.Admittedly he’s up against Ben Bradshaw, but you can only beat
what’s put in front of you. I’m not entirely convinced that Jeremy’s call
for the BBC to recruit Tory-supporting hacks is a masterstroke, while his
ritualistic paying obeisance to Rupert Murdoch is tiresome. Even so, with
his perpetual blogging and his own YouTube channel (18 months old, and 26
subscribers; viral indeed), he is the very model of a modern media general.
A personable, bright, youngish post-Thatcherite with his own charity to
educate the orphans of African Aids victim seems someone worth watching, and
further detail would be welcome. But nothing, please, about the hand-written
expenses claim for £0.01 for a mobile call. This we already know.
A Sun tribute to Mum
In one of those touching flights of fancy that help make him a Friday
must-read in The Sun, Jon Gaunt addresses his deceased mother (“God
rest her soul”).
Recalling how she “used to always say that hate was a wasted and negative
emotion”, this paradigm of filial respect deploys a contrite “I’m
sorry, Mum” as the launch pad for a list of things he hates (HATES, to
be precise) about Gordon Brown. “Mum, hate may be a negative emotion,”
he concludes, “but I sure as hell feel more positive now that I have
got that lot off my chest.”
We look forward to Gaunty’s next lament about how the feckless, feral kids of
today never take a blind bit of notice of their parents’ advice.
It’s safer in the office
Congratulations, finally, to David Blair who is leaving the Daily Telegraph to
oversee the Financial Times’ coverage of Africa and the Middle East. It was
David, you will recall, who insouciantly wandered into a bombed-out Baghdad
building and chanced upon a file of documents falsely alleging that George
Galloway was on Saddam Hussein’s payroll. And why on earth would such a
miraculous discovery trigger alarm bells? The scoop bought joy, however
short-lived, to the governments of Britain and America, and possibly the
CIA, before costing the Telegraph £1,350,000 in libel costs and damages ?
enough to buy the MPs’ exes data a dozen times over. All in all, a desk job
in London looks the wisest way to go.
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