22 November 2011

A tiger ate my husband

Another brisk pre-dawn run through the murky woods.
There is almost certainly nothing new about the salacious, carrion-seeking tendency of the media in the UK, as they pursue gobbets of extreme feeling, of the how upset were you when the tiger ate your husband ? variety, as a substitute for actual news.  What is relatively new is the endless repetition, throughout the day and even, for people with particularly short concentration spans, within each bulletin. When the story is actually about the impact of media intrusion into private matters, such as News International’s phone hacking (ref), the outcome can escalate beyond the ironic into the surreal, but not in a good way.

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