Musings from the Merse
Monday, August 06, 2007
Very old friends reunited
One unexpected result of 'appearing Broadcasting House was a number of messages from old friends including someone whom I last saw at Dublin University some decades ago. One or two were quite flattering, others seemed surprised at my choice of career and country of employment:' Oh I thought you had emigrated to Australia, or was it New Zealand? Thanks, I was never that desperate. . Someone else seemed a bit put out that I was still around: 'Oh dear I must have got that wrong! (Dead right, you did,no pun intended) And It is interesting to note what kind of person listens to Broadcasting House-a programme, I have to confess, I never knew about before. Being at 0900 on Sundays may have something to do with it.
A bit like my infamous two page spread in the Mail on Sunday when Huttonian was belatedly outed thanks to a 'friend' tipping off a free lance reporter to follow up 'Our Man in Hutton gets up local noses horror' ground breaking tale about the blog. I had many sympathetic (mostly)messages from old friends who made a point of insisting they never normally read the MOS but 'just happened' to pick one up or someone, presumably a lower class acquaintance' 'drew it' to their intention. One person claimed that he had sat on the story, quite literally, flying from London to Glasgow and only spotted it when he took it to the loo. Obviously had an aversion to BA toilet paper.
No such imagined stigma seems attached to Broadcasting House.
I await the response to my interview in the Sun with great interest.
Not that one is imminent.
Hopefully.
One unexpected result of 'appearing Broadcasting House was a number of messages from old friends including someone whom I last saw at Dublin University some decades ago. One or two were quite flattering, others seemed surprised at my choice of career and country of employment:' Oh I thought you had emigrated to Australia, or was it New Zealand? Thanks, I was never that desperate. . Someone else seemed a bit put out that I was still around: 'Oh dear I must have got that wrong! (Dead right, you did,no pun intended) And It is interesting to note what kind of person listens to Broadcasting House-a programme, I have to confess, I never knew about before. Being at 0900 on Sundays may have something to do with it.
A bit like my infamous two page spread in the Mail on Sunday when Huttonian was belatedly outed thanks to a 'friend' tipping off a free lance reporter to follow up 'Our Man in Hutton gets up local noses horror' ground breaking tale about the blog. I had many sympathetic (mostly)messages from old friends who made a point of insisting they never normally read the MOS but 'just happened' to pick one up or someone, presumably a lower class acquaintance' 'drew it' to their intention. One person claimed that he had sat on the story, quite literally, flying from London to Glasgow and only spotted it when he took it to the loo. Obviously had an aversion to BA toilet paper.
No such imagined stigma seems attached to Broadcasting House.
I await the response to my interview in the Sun with great interest.
Not that one is imminent.
Hopefully.
Labels: BBC. Broadcasting House., Hutton, Mail onSunday
Comments:
You could have saved yourself all that travel. There's a BBC studio in Duns (the key's kept at the White Swan - I swear this is true!)
Indeed. Scroll back in the blog for the whole story! One key in the White Swan, the other at Nairns and I did use the studio in Duns
I beg your pardon....I missed the earlier bit!
I spent a day in the studio once and felt somewhat like a DJ on a pirate radio ship - somewhere in the North Sea. Not because the studio rolled but it seemed so far from anywhere!
I spent a day in the studio once and felt somewhat like a DJ on a pirate radio ship - somewhere in the North Sea. Not because the studio rolled but it seemed so far from anywhere!
Duns is far from anywhere but Hutton is even further. The Hutton Think Tank Studio has long since run out of rechargeable batteries and the solar panels don't work for obvious reasons
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