Read All About It
I get a bit of a kicking in the this morning. Not good when you have your in-laws staying for the weekend and their favourite pastime is reading the Sunday newspapers. I was thinking of getting a pair of scissors and cutting out the offending article, but I don't think they would have bought my explanation that newspapers are now recycling some of their newsprint before they deliver it to your door.
That's the trouble, though. These kind of articles tend to upset your family more than yourself. I tend to view these things a bit more philosophically. By that I mean that I burst into tears and pound my fists on the floor until someone brings me my blue blanket.
Truth is, I've had a failry easy ride in the press compared to some of my ´óÏó´«Ã½ colleagues. One of my counterparts in Wales was telling me that some of the schedule changes he made ten years ago actually prompted death threats and organised marches. Again, it was his family that worried more than he did. No wonder.
Anyway, today's article quotes a ´óÏó´«Ã½ insider who, says the paper, has agreed to speak out only on condition that he (or she) remains anonymous. It all sounds like something out of a Mafia movie. Presumably this secret source now has to go into the witness protection programme and wear a false beard. Unless, of course, they already have a beard. Who knows? It could have been anyone. Maybe it was me! No, it can't have been me. I'm sure I'd have been a lot more critical about me. Although I would have mentioned that I'm kind to small animals.
As for the substance of . Well, I do have to come clean and admit that I am trying to retain an audience for ´óÏó´«Ã½ Radio Scotland and I do confess that we plan programming in the hope that it will prove - brace yourself - "popular".
Sadly, try as we might, we don't always manage pull that off.
But don't quote me on that.
