It's hard being in my situation. I've isolated myself psychologically into a cocoon of nihilistic cynicism, that rejects most media as suspect. Instead of being mind raped by propagandist nonsense, I've voluntarily gone celibate and escaped its insidious drip-feeding of poisonous misinformation. My neurosis dictates that the mainstream media (man) reflects the views of the powerful and, therefore, lacks plurality of opinion. Ergo, we don't have an open debate or society, but a prevailing socio economic culture that denies all other possibilities a true voice.
Meanwhile on the campaign trail for squash's inclusion in the Olympics, Ben Dirs, a BBC blogger, wrote a chirpy little article on synchronised swimming and how he feels sorry for squash players. He had an interesting point. These swimmers undoubtedly work so hard, but how accessible a sport is it? Is synchronised swimming a sport even?
Reviews for 'The Property Known As Garland' are coming in, and they are so great. 5 stars, 4 stars, and they say wonderful things like "crystal clear performance," "tour de force", "ferocious energy and considerable presence."
Ramadam may be over, but maybe it's time we all gave fasting a try.
Next month, Radio 1 will make the biggest change to its schedule since announcing its plan to increase focus on younger listeners. Nick Grimshaw will take over the Radio 1 breakfast show from Chris Moyles in a move that has reignited a long-standing debate; should BBC radio stations target audiences by age? Without doubt, we live in a time when age seems less defining than in previous generations. In a recent interview on Radio 4's Front Row, 64-year-old Vincent Damon Furnier (aka rocker Alice Cooper) declared defiantly "now, 60s, you're in your 40s". And with many hip-hop fans heading towards 50 and thousands of young people attending the Proms, is it right that age remains a factor in targeting and judging BBC services?
Aside from yet another tedious round of Oxbridge bashing, the BBC's new series Young, Bright and On the Right fundamentally misunderstands the nature of our Oxbridge-educated political elite.
With audience numbers down and the increasing commercialization of the Fringe Harry Deasway reckons the last thing we need is a BBC funded Edinburgh venue.
So yes, the branding rules are strict. And yes, people's attentions have been more focused on their TVs than shop windows. But small businesses can - and have - used the Games to their advantage. BrandGB is a powerful thing; so let's use it both now and beyond London 2012.
When Bob Marley died in 1981, by then the holy trinity of Marley, Tosh and Livingston, the original gang of three Wailers had been broken.
LONDON - Cait O'Riordan, Head of Product for Sport and 2012 at the BBC, released the digital consumption numbers for the first week of the Olympics.&...
Pundits predict that by 2020, the word 'broadcasting' will be foreign to anyone under 40, with listening domination then by the streamers whose revenue includes paid subscriptions, advertisements directed at non-subscribers, and music sales on behalf of labels and retail partners.
Nothing in Edinburgh is real anymore, it is a luminous cartoon nightmare. I feel it is my duty to argue with it, to perhaps extract some truth, to make perhaps one change. A start might be a new motto for the walls in the offices of Avalon. I don't know what, I think I'll Google it.
Let me come clean: I'm a sports letch. Footy, snooker, darts, athletics, cycling - basically, anything but bloody boxing - I love watching sport. I punch the air, do a funny little jiggly dance when it gets exciting and swear at the TV like a drunken nun. But now the Olympics are here I didn't expect to become obsessed. It's only Day Four and since I switched on the telly on Saturday morning I've barely moved.
We knew that the Olympic commercial brands deals had put money ahead of free speech -Locog published months ago two lists of words that must not be combined at risk of legal action for breaching the brand/copyright rules. But more examples keep coming in of the censorship effects, and the chilling of the right to peaceful protest.
Here's an opinion you don't hear very often, anywhere across the diaspora of inane cultural comment: in the past year or so I have rediscovered - and fallen back in love with, basically - BBC Radio 1.
For the past four years, ever since that bus exploded in the Beijing stadium and Catweazle played a guitar while the world's most famous custodian of haircuts booted a ball who knows where, we as nation have been moaning about the Olympics.