End of the Innocence
Well we did survive the snow - just. Minor traffic accidents were skillfully avoided and kids having 'fun' with snowballs were tolerated. A friend's father spent the last seconds of his life face down in the stuff though. We don't know yet whether he slipped or dropped. The Post Mortem should provide answers.It looks so beautiful too.
Mr Keegan has finally recognised that we are in freefall and the reason lies in defence (although our midfield has been suspect at times). Enter the next 'club saviour' - Belgian International Daniel Van Buyten. Untried in the Premiership so we'll have to see if he's any better than what we had. Here's hoping.
I downloaded the latest version of Winamp the other day. The facility for playing Internet radio and TV stations is superb. Especially with broadband. There's a list of around 500 radio stations and 95 TV. Every taste is catered for from classical to Thrash Metal. Hours of good, clean fun for all the family.
It's a digital world.
I stuck the 'I Love The BBC' icon up on the right after seeing it on Bloggerheads. There is a good piece there highlighting the danger that this wonderful institution could find itself in if we fall for the drip-feed of shit emanating from Murdoch's press and his (mainly) Tory henchmen. It really does break the hearts of these leeches when they see the potential for lining their pockets from the Beeb. The trouble is these days we get aspirationally-challenged, Sky dish owners complaining that there's "never anything worth watching" on terrestial and "why should I pay a TV licence?" before returning to the never-ending stream of crap they can watch on their 4 million plus channels.
I was always amazed that the BBC survived Thatcher, we must be careful that her son and heir doesn't think he can use the Hutton report as an excuse to break it up.
TV, radio and now the internet, whatever the BBC involves itself in generally results in quality. It's unique in its funding and independence from Government and advertising revenue. It should be cherished for, as Joni Mitchell once sang, "You don't know what you got 'till it's gone".
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