Well then. Ross suspended. Brand gone. Lesley Douglas gone. Chris Evans in tears. Paul Gambaccini whining on about “I told you so’s.”
But the moral outrage and the long dark nights of the soul at the BBC are not, of course, what will keep the story going. The enemies of the BBC, who are basically the right wing press, have the scent of flesh now. And they’re going for the kill.
Richard Littlejohn was bathing in triumphalism in Daily Mail on Friday. Like a pig in shit Richard could only have been happier if there had been some sort of “poovery” involved.
Little Richard was calling for the privatisation of the BBC, citing America as an example. America, of course, makes only good programmes. And nationalisation has worked so well in Britain what with our world class railways, our non existent manufacturers and our utilities sold to France. Not to mention our banks scurrying to the government for safety.
But of course Richard will not rest until he is hosting Newsnight.
And today the Scotland on Sunday has dear old, senile Gerald Warner going hell for leather and obviously watching a BBC with which I am not familiar:
There is nothing more grotesque than the BBC, after serving up trash and pornography for hours.
For decades, the BBC has pumped poison into our society.
Really Gerald? Pornography? What channel are they serving that up on? How our childhood’s are poisoned by watching Cbeebies or Blue Peter.
Gerald’s a bit unclear on whether the generation of happy slappers is responsible for the state of the BBC or if it’s the other way around. Maybe its actually more that both are the both products of a society where the need for greed and instant gratification holds sway over everything. And that, of course, has been so well fuelled by all that Mr Warner holds so dear.
But for those of that actually think the BBC is something to hold on to, that it provides a number of services that couldn’t possibly be sustained if it was to be funded by an advertising climate that can barely support our existing commercial channels, this is a critical time. Maybe we can’t afford to be the silent majority anymore.
47000 licence fees pay Ross’ annual salary. His last week on air around 7 million people watched or listened to his shows (excluding repeats, iPlayer and Film 2008).
It takes 1.8 million sales of the Daily Mail to pay Richard Littlejohn’s annual salary. Latest circulation figures show that 1.8 million copies of the Mail are sold at full price each day.
It’s cheaper to pay the licence fee than to buy the Daily Mail every day.