I was bored of news stories about the BBC by midday. By late afternoon I was bored of the BBC itself. At this rate I’ll be bored of all media outlets by breakfast tomorrow, and of the whole of existence by sometime Saturday.
Yes, the BBC did some bad things. Smack wrist, go to bed early, the Government will dock some pocket money. Auntie will get a new nanny soon, and it’ll all be better.
There are more important news stories out there. International stories of horror and mystery. Local stories of … well, ice, mostly. Apparently a battleship somewhere is now captained by a woman. If I see Greg Dyke’s face once more I’ll arrange a pile-up between it, Alastair Campbell, and a steam iron.