B 2

Just having a morning coffee break and Queen from our immense 'bibliotheque' gives us 'Radio Ga Ga', and how long ago was that? We listen but don't hear? What does it take to make you hear? Al Gore, a wannabee politician/hero gets the Nobel Prize? The BBC is 'restructuring for the 21st century' and culling heaps of staff, to produce what? A whole fucking nation owns the BBC, and for the best part of a century it has done an excellent job; what pack of finely dressed suits is laying that trip on that nation? And what does anyone care? I had to rely on a BBC transmission from thousands of miles away to be informed of the most important news of my life, and now with the fucking useless satellite coverage, fucking noise/pollution/broadcast TV/radio, and the rest of the crap communications we are sucking up as fast as our vacant heads can suck, (short break?) I'm running out of brain power to remember just where I was; we are going to lose possibly the last decent source of sensible information supply. Who cares? Well, with all this internet connectivity we wallow in, how about surprising me and communicating severally, forcefully and promptly to get these knife hands at the BBC to back off. And to cap a thoroughly flattening day, I watched the technological wonder of an unprecedented amount of remote, overhead camera coverage of an extremely mediocre rugby final, where, thankyou wizards of the remote camera mentality, I was successfully removed from identifying who (you know, faces?) was doing what (yay, slow rotation of the camera, yay!) and it must have cost a bomb. Yeah, 21st century Bozos. (Are you proud of them? Do you enjoy that kind of irrelevant investment in worthless technology?) Nuff said.