I’m usually up at about 3 a.m if I’m writing. I hit the TV button for BBC News for a few minutes while my tea cools. Lat night I was in time to see the first mine rescue in Chile. Much as I wish these lads well, the coverage nauseated me. Sky was even worse, with ‘experts’ talking about ‘triage’, trauma and other claptrap. Sue made me switch off and make some toast before she went off to work. The same coverage is on now some 15 hours later. Nothing of any significance is happening, though one wishes all well.
The media fest is truly bloody awful. But really, part from the good news of the rescue, this story is boring and of little consequence beyond the families. Yet there it is, on all channels, hour after minute after hour, with some ‘expert’ buffoons trying to tell us how brilliant it all is. If Cameron had greeted me, rescued from a similar hole, I suspect I’d have said, ‘piss off Dave, I need a shower’.
What is going on? Has the balloon gone up? Is an alien government installing itself and using this as a diversion? Are mine rescues Channel Four’s replacement for Big Brother (will Jordan’s tits fit in the rescue capsule)? Four or five thousand people die in mines in India and China every year – is it the lack of jester hats there amongst grieving families that makes coverage too uninteresting?