Friday, 8 January 2016

Loving, supporting and challenging BBC News

I love the BBC. I’m proud of the BBC – as Mitch Benn sings, as UK citizens “it’s this and lousy weather that keep us together.” In the face of decades of cuts and the frustrations of successive governments, the BBC has continued to lead the world in broadcasting and news journalism, and in its spare time has created the world’s best children’s programming and one of its handful of best websites.

My mother worked at Bush House, I have friends in BBC journalism, and I am predisposed to believe that their news is the proper news in a way that any other source’s is just not.

Part of the appeal of BBC news is that it is regularly attacked both from the right and from my comrades on the left for hideous bias, suggesting that they must have a sensible balance. Therefore, my thesis would usually go, current left-wing fury at “the meeja” and the BBC in particular about coverage of Jeremy Corbyn’s Labour party is simply par for the course.

And yet, and yet.

In the last couple of months both major party leaders have chosen, or been forced, to allow free partliamentary voting and campaigning on topics which split their parties – bombing Syria and the EU referendum. The variation in coverage of these two decisions has been extraordinary: war in Syria became a subplot to internal Labour politics, while war in the Conservative party became, er, a subplot to internal Labour politics.

This is the clearest of any number of examples where Corbyn’s Labour is simply not getting a fair hearing, contemplation of the precise angle of his bow at the Cenotaph being another egregious low point. Her Majesty’s Opposition is not being given the chance to oppose, and there is a constant spotlight on its own processes. So why is this happening?

Firstly, Corbyn’s team is not playing the established media game – or possibly they are trying but are no good at it. Their spin doctors aren’t in the ear of news editors, and their parliamentary party is not on message compared to the ranks of Tories dutifully tweeting about “security” and the “long-term economic plan”. The well-earned contempt in which the left holds most print media undoubtedly seeps into their attitude towards broadcast journalism as well.

This is doubtless not ideal material for news editors to work with. However, it is not the job of a news organisation to be spoonfed spin and soundbites by press officers, or gossip by “senior sources”. Their job – in the case of the BBC their requirement – is to look at what is happening in the world and report it as objectively as possible, with news clearly differentiated from comment.

(Also, hands up who would be glad never again to hear the phrase “later today X is expected to say Y about Z” as the endless drip of party-led expectation management leads the news…)

When it comes to comment, both sides of an argument need to be heard. The standard BBC method, on Today or Newsnight, is to have a heated debate between two people ‘pro’ and ‘anti’ something; stem cell research, say, or salad cream. (That’s not whimsy, Today really had a segment on whether Heinz should stop making salad cream. Carol Vorderman was pro salad cream, I think Nigella Lawson was anti.)

However, on Newsnight recently five voices were heard during a debate on Trident, none of which were opposed to renewal. And this in an organisation which until very recently gave climate change deniers an equal voice with actual scientists in such conversations.

On a range of issues, including renationalisation of transport and utilities, the housing crisis, entitlement to and levels of social security, and the concept of austerity itself, there is no longer any significant agreement between the two main parties. This should offer any number of opportunities for compelling news broadcasting as differing political philosophies and policies are argued out. Instead, the opportunity is lost in favour of feeding an agenda that Labour is somehow unserious and unelectable for investigating policies with which many or most of the population agree.

Whatever you think of him, Corbyn is a different type of party leader than anyone for at least a generation. In beliefs and methodology, he does not fit into the Labour leader-shaped hole the media is used to. With strong opinions allied to a polite manner and a commitment to seeking consensus, his leadership is ill-suited to a modern news cycle. I would argue that this means the modern news cycle needs to change. There is nothing intrinsically wrong with spending a few days over a reshuffle; the media could have reported the results rather than contemplating its navel while moaning about the time taken.

It’s not as if there was nothing else going on; with a significant and controversial housing bill in parliament, rail fares rising again, a shooting in Paris, the Chinese stock market in crisis, the Chancellor talking about interest rate rises, and northern Britain still underwater, it is absurd that the resignation of a junior shadow minister was anywhere near yesterday’s news bulletins, let alone leading them.

The role of the BBC in inviting Stephen Doughty to become, if not a household name, then at least a news story for half a day by resigning on air seems not particularly controversial. The idea that this constituted a “blow to Corbyn” and that this blow constituted a major news story is much more worthy of challenge. In a world where Nick Robinson of all people suggests there is inherent anti-Corbyn bias at the BBC, perhaps it is time to look at how the news is generated.

Finally, why am I like everyone else looking at the BBC in particular, when it is so clearly better at news gathering and reporting than its commercial alternatives? Precisely because the BBC is special and different for all the reasons above and many more. And because it has earned the right over generations to be judged by higher standards than other British news organisations, and to be challenged from a place of support when it does not meet those standards.


I do not believe for a moment that the BBC or individuals within it are Tory stooges with an agenda to destroy Jeremy Corbyn. What I do think is that political journalism has become too formulaic, with agendas set by politicians rather than journalists. This is not good for journalism or politics; let’s hope the monstering of a scruffy, bumbling, tie-less and utterly committed party leader starts a debate about how things might be improved. And that the improvement begins in the news department of the world’s best broadcaster.

Sunday, 2 August 2015

Nearer 50 than 49...

So this is really a round-robin email rather than a blogpost, but hopefully seeing it here will shame me into writing something about something sometime.

I think this might be a rather spiffing social event. But then I would wouldn't I...

N.B. If you know me IRL and have NOT had this by email, then I do not have your email address. Please send it to reednick66@yahoo.com (I don't really use the gmail address) to rectify this unfortunate situation.

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Dear Everyone
 
Hope this finds you well and happy. In far too many cases this will be the first time I've been in touch for a while; if this applies to you sorry to be so flaky, it's been a busy year but that's really no excuse.
 
As of yesterday I am less than six months away from turning 50. Sure I'm supposed to say yikes or gulp or doooooommmmm but actually I'm quite looking forward to it. Also, regularly being referred to as "young man" in Masham helps keep the spirit up; I'm perfectly happy to believe that says more about me than about the population of my idyllic adopted town.
 
The big day is 30th January 2016, which as luck would have it is a Saturday, and there will be a party at Masham Town Hall to celebrate. Hopefully featuring live music and top DJing of a sort not seen since our wedding, and certainly featuring lashings of good local ale. There's a large downstairs room with quieter entertainments for children or non-lovers of loud music. 
 
There's plenty to do in and around town during the day, and I dare say there will also be gatherings on Friday evening and Sunday brunchtime.
 
Please save the date make every effort to come, it would be great to celebrate with you.
 
With love from me and Jan
 
Nick x
 
p.s. Weekend hotel rooms in Masham go early, it's the Tour de France effect dontcha know! The Kings Head (opposite the Town Hall) is on 01765-689295, and the White Bear (5 mins walk) 01765-689319. B&B / self-catering details here and here. Town Hall postcode is HG4 4DY.
 
p.p.s. If you are not sick and tired of my voice on your radio, I am on the Radio 4 music quiz Counterpoint at 3.02 tomorrow (Monday 3rd). Repeated Sat 8th at 11pm, and available from tomorrow on iPlayer and even podcast!!
 
 

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Exams; The Great Leap Backwards

Having written my introduction, the difficult second blog would have to be about Something. My guess, and I know me pretty well, would have been "why oh why did Labour oppose Scottish independence so vehemently". Well, that one's coming soon, but I read an article and had Thoughts, and my Thoughts are what this blog is for. So, 'A' levels...

I did my 'A' levels 30 years ago, and the Boy is now choosing secondaries. So, despite working in schools occasionally, until I read this excellent article by the always interesting Laura McInerney I was not aware that 'A' levels are reverting to a one-shot exam model. The piece explains how the changes have been badly planned, and will be bad for students, schools and universities alike. I agree vigorously with all of this and would like to add one further point; single exams are wrong in and of themselves.

Do you get nervous on big occasions? Anxious, sweating, vomiting nerves? Do you suffer from hay fever, diabetes, PMT, or any similar recurring condition? Have you recently had an accident, or a bereavement, or split up with your partner? Tough luck, this single exam defines your future, immediate and long-term. Your excellent coursework, dedication, imagination and flexibility count for nothing if you can't scribble key points and perform complex calculations which at this precise moment in life are utterly without meaning. For three solid hours, to the exclusion of everything else swirling round your head and body.

The snapshot, one-and-done exam was discredited when I did my 'A' levels in the 1980s. Notoriously, universities offered places on predicted grades, causing chaos when life got in the way. Equally notoriously, degree results correlated inversely to 'A' level results, and far more closely to 'O' levels. Which were also one-and-done, but at a generalist level and with far less serious consequences.

From the above, you would probably think I was bad at exams and a diligent courseworker. Precisely the opposite. I am good under pressure and at deadlines, remembering facts and names, forming coherent sentences and arguments, and making a virtue out of my atrocious handwriting (it made it look like I spent the exam trying to catch up with my brilliant thoughts, and won me the benefit of the doubt with names and spellings).

What this meant for my education was that I thought I was invincible. However lazy I was in class, however little homework I did, however many Smiths concerts and football matches I went to, I could pull it all together on exam day and come up smelling of roses. This interesting approach meant that I sailed through 'O' levels, scraped through 'A' levels, and fluked my first year degree exams on pure cunning. And then we began to specialise and I sank like a stone. Because I hadn't done any actual academic work in five years, and the education system had let me get away with that.

I'm a pretty extreme example, but one-and-done exams fail exam experts as much as they fail exam-phobes. Regular reporting and testing, with the opportunity to repeat failed tasks, is far more analogous to most work situations than building up to a single moment. If you're a gymnast, or a singer, then you have to get it right once and once only. Everyone else gets it right by learning, testing, peer feedback, trial and error.

This government more than most is obsessed with education as a preparation for working life, rather than a means of personal development. Perversely, these new old exams will penalise those who work consistently hard in favour of those who have the skill to bring it all together on the day, and the luck that the day is not a bad one.


Monday, 17 November 2014

The Basics

When my son was born I set up what was intended to be the daddy blog which would revolutionise parenting. It ran to a single entry, so my aim that this will be a longer-lasting enterprise is not unrealistic. I hope.

The main aim of this blog is for me to create something with words other than the copywriting, funding bids, minutes, and evaluations which usually bring me to the keyboard. A subsidiary plan is to throw some of my thoughts and opinions into the ether, more to get them out of my head than because I think anyone will be particularly interested. At the risk of sounding like an over-earnest 80s indie band talking to the NME, this really is for me and if anyone else at all appreciates it that will be a bonus.

Having said which, I will post links to this on my Twitter account and may pester relevant people to repost. Just because I'm not expecting people to be interested doesn't mean I won't try and give them the chance.

In the unlikely event you're reading this first post and don't already know me, I'm a southerner very happily settled in the gorgeous and friendly North Yorkshire market town of Masham. I adore Yorkshire and Yorkshire folk - most especially my wife Jan - with the zeal of a convert, and am hoping for honorary citizenship in a few decades' time.

Having spent 15 years running venues in That London, my career is now more portmanteau, taking in fundraising, sustainability, education, and historical research. As administrator of Masham Town Hall, I still get the chance to organise and enable community and arts events, which keeps me relatively sane. This year I had the privilege of co-ordinating Masham's Tour de France Grand Départ steering group, and that weekend in July was an utter life highlight. And I say that as someone who has hiked to the foot of the Grand Canyon, reached the final of Mastermind, and given Bill Bryson his first paid speaking engagement.

My interests, on about which this blog will annoyingly bang, include the arts (in the widest possible sense of that inadequate phrase), politics and social issues (I believe that socialism and love are the answer), and sport (especially Reading FC and baseball's San Francisco Giants). Something to alienate everybody there, I feel. The Boy is thriving on the south coast, bringing me joy and transport costs in equal measure, and while my parentblogging did not change the world I dare say he will inspire some Thoughts as well.

Thanks for reading this. I used to write well, and hope this blog will help me regain some sort of style. With love to everyone, Nick x