When I was a kid, the
media was very limited. In fact, my first memories are not even of
TV, but still of listening to Two Way Family Favourites, on a Sunday
morning, on the radio, followed by 'The Clitheroe Kid', 'Round The
Horne” and 'The Goon Show'. It was nearly 1960 before we got a TV,
and then the only channels were BBC1, and ITV. Because we lived in a
village on a hill, we got some variety because the old style TV
aerial picked up ATV as well as Granada, and BBC Midlands as well as
BBC North, and on a good day, BBC Wales and Harlech.
It wasn't until the
mid 1960's that BBC2 was introduced, and with it the novelty that
programmes didn't finish at half past ten at night, but with the
'midnight movie' ran on for another hour or so! And TV didn't start
until almost tea-time anyway. Because I lived in a small village I
never had more than a 2 minute walk to school, so I always came home
at dinner time. The only concession was that during this time you
could watch 'Bill and Ben' on 'Watch With Mother', and later 'Lunch
Box' with Noel Gordon. It wasn't until well into the 1970's that you
started to get even lunch time news programmes.
News presentation
itself was still pretty staid with a news reader smartly dressed
speaking in BBC English. Again it was only later into the 1960's,
and 70's that presenters like Reggie Bosanquet, Andrew Gardner, and
Kenneth Baker and Angela Rippon began to loosen it up a bit. Sport
was similar.
Sport was something
mostly that happened on a Saturday. Harry Carpenter would present
boxing midweek, and later on, especially after the World Cup, and
Celtic and Manchester United winning the European Cup, big football
matches would be shown. But, mostly sport was reserved for Saturday
with Dickie Davies presenting World of Sport on ITV, and David
Coleman or my uncle Frank presenting Grandstand on BBC. (Frank Bough
isn't actually my uncle, he's my dad's cousin or second cousin).
Even for a big event
like the FA Cup final, the build up would be perhaps for just an hour
or so before the kick-off with the commentary being provided by a
single commentator like Kenneth Wolstenholme.
Compare all that with
today. We have 24 hour TV, and hundreds of channels though most of
them are selling stuff including soft porn. In fact, all of them are
selling stuff, including the BBC, and including its news channels,
because even the BBC is stuffed full of adverts for its own
programmes. News today includes news of who is going to be on the
BBC's latest reality show, or opportunity for its celebrities to
appear on some other programme out of their usual guise, a novelty
that began with Angela Rippon's appearance on Morecambe and Wise's
Christmas Special, and which we've all had to suffer from since.
And in the same vein
the news itself is now little more, therefore, than entertainment.
There is a big difference between being a meteorologist, who has to
have studied for several years at University, to actually understand
what drives the weather, and who spends their time with scientific
data to analyse what it might do, and a weather presenter, who only
needs to look good in front of a camera, and be competent enough to
read an autocue, which tells them what to say about what the weather
is possibly going to do.
Long gone are the
days when the news changed so little during the day that a single
news reader could present a news bulletin at tea-time, and again at 9
or 10 p.m. Today, news as entertainment requires at least two news
readers to be keeping each other company at any one time, so that
they can take it in turns to read the same news over and over again,
during their shift, again from an autocue, and yet you suspect that
the £93,000 a year, one of them a while ago let slip, they get paid
for reading the same stuff every 15 minutes, is considerably more, in
relative terms, than Reggie Bosanquet got paid, for managing to do it
on his own, all those years ago.
And, just as
nowadays, the run up to the FA Cup starts several days before it
happens, and the actual programme begins in the morning and drones on
continually until hours after the match has taken place, so the news
follows the same approach. No matter how interesting the discussion
with some studio guest might actually be, if some event might be
occurring that day, the interview has to be suspended so that we can
rush live over to see – what? - a cameraman, doing a white balance,
or a set of vacant microphones waiting for someone to provide them
with a justification for their existence. Its like a channel of film
of paint drying. But, then lots of people did watch Big Brother.
It seems like a
confirmation of the dialectical concept of quantity turning into
quality, except here it is a massive increase in the quantity of TV
that has turned its quality into dross. Yet, all of these channels
seem to have to compete over who can provide the largest quantity of
dross, in part it seems to justify all of the people who are employed
on huge salaries to present it. Its typified by the ubiquitous
tickers that scroll across the bottom of the screen, repeating the
same one or two sentences endlessly, and by the use of video tape
loops of the same 20 seconds of footage that play over the voice of
the news presenter repeating the same empty drivel over and over
again whenever some event has occurred, but which is inescapable
because the news itself has become a never ending repetition.
In fact, precisely
because the real content of the news has been emptied out, because
all we are given is the most superficial presentation of events,
simply dragged out for an eternity, rather than any meaningful
examination of the facts, its no wonder that it is presentation that
has replaced content, and so the presenters themselves have to become
high paid celebrities and entertainers. But, for the same reason the
news itself takes on a different role.
There was the old
joke that wars would stop if only Kate Adie retired, because it
seemed that wherever there was a war, Kate Adie was there also.
Unfortunately, not true, but over the last week, it has struck me
just how much the drum beat of war over Syria seemed to be being
beaten by the news channels. And of course, that is not surprising.
With news as entertainment, wars are no different than the FA Cup,
they are an opportunity for the TV companies to justify all of the
money they spend on those presenters, and their fancy bits of kit,
and studios. The disappointment of the TV news presenters was
palpable after Parliament voted against another war in the Middle
East.
No doubt, just like
an FA Cup Final another such war would have given plenty of
opportunity for 24 hour news channels to have gone overboard with
their pre-match analysis, action replays of bombs destroying
buildings, and undoubtedly people inside them; there would have been
all the clever graphics of team tactics and so on. The news
celebrities would have had a field day.
Its very reminiscent
of the decay of the Roman Empire. They too made death and
destruction a spectacle for entertainment. They called it bread and
circuses. A means of keeping the population happy rather than
revolting in the streets at their deteriorating conditions.
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