Ahhh the wonders of the modern age. I am writing this from my sunny little backyard…thanks to the genius of laptops and wireless internet.
It’s the first time I’ve taken my work outside like this, despite toiling from home most days of the week. There hasn’t been much opportunity this summer because it has rained pretty much every day in Manchester apart from this week. Probably the biggest reason though is that I wouldn’t get much done.
I must admit to feeling a bit de-mob happy today though. I’m going on holiday in a few days’ time to Budapest, followed a few days after my return by a work trip to Delhi…more of which later. I’m not going to be able to do much between now and my departure and typically I am waiting for people to return my calls. So I may as well sit out and enjoy the sunshine, especially since we have been getting so little of it lately.
Meanwhile in medialand, the silly season is upon us and the tabloids continue to tear themselves apart over the Max Mosely orgy set-up. It was a titillating story when it was published by the News of the World a couple of months ago, but I personally fail to see how exactly revealing his kinky bedroom habits should be considered to be in the public interest.
Yesterday there were laughable claims that in upholding Mosley’s claim for breach of privacy, the judge had damaged Britain’s great tradition of investigative journalism.
For once, I even find myself agreeing with the media commentator Roy Greenslade.
I also find it worrying that kiss and tells are deemed worthy of so much newsprint, when investigations of real value – those which in the vein of the Washington Post’s Watergate coverage can take good reporters months of digging – are deemed expendable by editors and publishers now desperate to cut costs.
See you on the other side