WHAT’S ANNOYING HIM Respected’ BBC service all boils down to money
AFTER nearly 30 years of scribbling things down for a living for various different organisations, life finally took me inside a BBC newsroom on Sunday.
It was at the gleaming, multi-floored northern HQ of the corporation at Media City in Salford.
I couldn’t impressed.
Row upon row of state-of-the-art tech. Bundles of fresh newspapers everywhere ( Guardians, obviously, but all the others, too).
be one, either. Why should London get all the dosh licence payers are forced to pay?
But having largely worked inside commercially-run newspaper offices pretty much my entire career, the difference was staggering.
Pitched around an atrium surrounded by seven vast floors of hacks were huge, HOW nice of Kate and Wills to name their new princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana.
Just a bit surprised they didn’t manage to fit Gurkha, Baltimore and Orville onto the birth certificate, too. jovially-coloured Polo mints.
Each one housed two seats facing each other. Chat-pods, thought-yurts, idea-broilers? You tell me.
Yet in local newspapers across the UK, drowned out by the state-funded BBC, you’d be lucky to find a chair that works properly. Auntie is rightly respected as the world’s best and most respected broadcaster. But one glimpse inside the place speaks volumes about its mindset and output.
Like all things taxpayer- f unded, it’s all about the salaries first and the service second.