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Navel. Gazing.... Journalists?

This is about as edifying and interesting as a Radio 1 DJ thinking his audience was more interested in his spats with the Mirror's gossip girls as opposed to maybe playing a bit of music.

Yet who from the favoured few on ´óÏó´«Ã½ producer's iPhone speed dials will grace our airwaves hourly?

A sort of substance abuse, but not even in a fun way. Schoolyard WUVI spats and petty point scoring aired as dirty laundry broadcast fodder when only Ms. Emin can hope to get away with it.

It's going to be a very, very, very long month, indeed.

Here in Smolensk butcher’s shop, where today assistant Yuri is make excellent goat’s livers pies, we is full of confusings about rudeness of British politics. For example, what terrible disrespects is show to Sir Brown at Prime Minister’s Interrogations today by rude Cameron man. It is very rude ask so many questions. And is stand so close! Is three metres away! You think anyone is get that close to our glorious Vlad and ask question without Security Services is wrestle him to ground and throw in Lubyanka?

I thought the Prime Minister was very rude to Michael Crick on the railway platform, the way he ignored him. He must watch him everynight on NN and yet he looked like a scared cat as he shuffled off and left Michael looking bereft. His wife should have said 'Go and have a word with that nice Mr Crick, we watch him most nights so why are you grabbing my arm....you are hurting me, Gordon....stop it'

I think that you have to be vetted nowadays to talk to senior political figures.
If you are not an nobody will talk to you. Maybe you could get an id card, if it is that important.