It’s the needs of the few, I guess, but I have to say that I’m rather glad that Ofcom doesn’t operate in the same way. (Speaking of which, I had no idea that part of Ofcom’s purview is to ensure that there is a universal postal service provided in the UK. Who knew?)
Anyway, the thing is, yesterday I had a call from the person who looks after the readers and presenters for the Talking Newspaper. He had had a complaint from one of the listeners. She said she wasn’t very happy with a couple of things I had said in the last Alton edition I presented.
In the interests of balance, these are the two things she complained about:
- Following a piece about a charity organisation organising a function where people threw powdered coloured paint at each other, I said it sounded like an Indian funeral…actually it’s the Holi Festival.
- When it came to the birth and deaths, there being no births, I suggested that nine months ago I know what everyone wasn’t doing and it had nothing to do with Christmas.
Now, perhaps I went a bit far (though not really) but, honestly, I think it a bit rich that on the strength of a single complaint I have been told to tone it down a bit. What if there was an objection to my pronunciation of the word yoghurt? Or the fact that I rather enjoy cricket?
Contrarwise, I have been told that the listeners love my chaotic and irreverent style, suggesting I am a breath of fresh air. I’ve had people tell me about how dull and stuffy some of the readers are and how much they enjoy reading with me. I know at least one presenter who is quite condescending to the listeners because they think they are all a bit dumb or old or…I don’t know what.
I don’t really care about the others. They do what they do and it’s all voluntary so hats off to them. It’s not like I’m going to tell them to change. However, I think a worse crime than suggesting people have sex is to bore the pants off them or talk to them like small children. But perhaps that’s just me. At least I have a blog where I am free to vent as much as I like.
VENT, VENT, VENT!
What that amounts to is that today I presented the Farnham edition and was, in the words of one my readers “…quite subdued.” I didn’t enjoy it very much and wonder how long I can keep it up before dropping it all together.
Whatever…the best part of the day was watching this on the way into town.