SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

Over the past week or so, I’ve been fending off the raddled harridans at the palace gates, exhausting work,  so it’s time to take a break, and if it were that time of the year, to kick off my shoes and feel the grass beneath my feet.

I have been doing some housekeeping and general maintenance.  I wandered into Twitter and checked out the many tweets over my controversial article on drink and consent to the sexual act.  I am amazed and gratified in equal measure over the number of positive tweets, but also dismayed over the few offensive tweets from people who struggle with the English language.  They either don’t or can’t read English, but this doesn’t seem to discourage them from saying something, anything, to get attention.

Whilst trawling through my tweets, I came across one from David Cameron in conversation with Evgeny Lebedev, “Privyet i dobro pozhalovat Tovarishch” as they say east of the Urals, and in case you didn’t know, Tovarishch Lebedev is Russian, and he is not alone in London’s fair city.  You may know that Tovarishch Lebedev is the owner of the Evening Standard (if you can’t sell it, give it away!) and his headquarters can be found in Northcliffe House.  He also owns London Live, a local television channel bringing news and views to London. What you may not know is that Northcliffe House is also home to the Daily Wail, so it’s standing room only.

I know all this because I was invited by London Live to say a few words.  Northcliffe House has a very grand entrance hall, rather like Selfridges, and there the similarity ends.  From then on, it’s all down hill.  On my way to the studio, I was escorted through an enormous room full of monitors and people monitoring them.  It couldn’t have been anything to do with the Evening Standard, as they have an editor and two newshounds and that’s it, but it looked spooky, like something out of Brave New World.

I had this romantic ‘tinsel town’ notion of television, like the movies, with elaborate sets and Greta Garbo and John ‘Marion’ Wayne drifting in and out, but the reality is altogether more mundane.  The studio where ‘This Morning’ is recorded is plywood and plaster board and smoke and mirrors. It is reached from the street by a service entrance with old boxes and tyres scattered about, then it’s through a warehouse full of junk, and out through a fire door into the studio complex.  Rather disappointing to an ‘out-of-towner’ like me, and as I had arrived at least two hours before I was needed, I was parked in a broom cupboard.  All very seedy.

By all appearances, David Cameron and Tovarishch Lebedev were in earnest conversation in the very broom cupboard I had so recently occupied. The online message was that Putin can be brought to heel.  Hope springs eternal!