So goes the entry in Chris Mullins diary for June 2001.
Still, at least young Nicholas has rattled their cage good & proper this time.
And the elite corps of commentators must be feeling miffed that they are not getting their rightful lead in the news bulletins, knocked out by an unpronounceable volcano.
I think I am beginning to enjoy this election after all.
But am I alone in feeling insulted by being characterised, or wooed, as the Great Ignored? I think I know what they mean, they want to reassure us that they do love us, really (& there has been too much of this human rights for criminlas business); but it just sounds like that dismissive thing people say: Oh ignore her – she’s mad.
Journalists do not have to be chasing after the political leaders to demonstrate their superiority, their proximity to power. The geat panjandrums of Today are honouring us with their presence, with the likes of James Naughtie off to present the programme from Newcastle, like some visiting colonial potentate.
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