The Budget.... probably the most simplistic noun you could think of for an agenda which will no doubt affect the life of every Briton, every day, for the next financial year.
Surrounding me in the newsroom are perhaps a dozen busy little workers trying to craft political spin into layman's terms for the swarms of BBC Radio Falmouth listeners. Essentially, we are making a day of dumbing down non-domiciles, capital gains taxes, annual percentage rates, negative equities, bear markets, bull markets and blue chips.
Personally, the highlight was our Live Budget Hour with Paul LeStrange. Quote:
"In Prostate Awareness Week, it seems Chancellor Alistair Darling is finally showing some balls".
However unintentional, it reminded me of something I read the other day about radio and television becoming cruder, crueller and less sophisticated than ever before.
While I, personally, have come to disagree with this type of sentiment, I find some truth in the dialogue running between the media and its commentators.
Let's take one of the original mass communication theorists. He's an old friend of mine from my undergrad days of media studies and communication theories... the mere murmur of "the medium is the message" or "the global village" bring back my sweet, sweet academic affair with Canadian scholar Marshall McLuhan.
It's misleading to suppose there's any basic difference between education & entertainment.This distinction merely relieves people of the responsibility of looking into the matter.
Marshall McLuhan, 1957.
In that sense, I begin to appreciate just how innovative some ‘softer’ forms of journalism are. Take, for example, the often blurry lines between documentaries and reality television.
A good reality television show can teach me vast amounts of information I never even knew I was absorbing - Bruce Parry's Tribe has taught me everything I know about the people who lurk in the jungles of PNG. Plus, it's amazing just how much I can garner from The Amazing Race about international geography and culture (who would have known the traditional way to drink vodka was off the tip of a sword?...or that eating a bowl of still-moving octopus tentacles is THAT bad an idea...).
So when I watch Panorama-style investigations presented in a method-journalism way (eg. our journalist ate only 4 lychees a day for 6 months to see just how hard it is to drop to a size zero) I can't help but give my attention the same way I do with reality television shows. If the show really hits the mark it was searching for, it rarely occurs to me the amount of concrete information there is interspersed within the drama (however quick the critics may be to slap a ‘dumb’ label on it)
It's infotainment, and for me it works. I don't see it as sacrificing journalistic integrity, just an innovative, highly attuned and obviously effective application of a transmission model.
Yes. I am the receiver. Ready Steady Cook is the message. My rumbling stomach is the decoder. And my re-heated tv dinner is the noise.
Thank you for delineating my prime time viewing, Shannon & Weaver (1948).