The development of the UK is something to be marvelled at, but if you watch the BBC, you wouldn’t think so. Most of it passes them by, as if it didn’t really matter after all.
The seminal documentarians who chronicled growing pains of a 70’s and 80’s era of rapid expansion have left our side, to be replaced by podcasters and pundits who know neither time of day nor the hour of the night.
It’s the sort of sentiment expressed to me. It’s a sad one, because we’re supposed to listen. We’re meant to take note of a public broadcaster, even if it’s boring.
The exit of an Archbishop or the reinvention of a set storyline seems more fitting for BBC execs than something worthwhile. The lack of engagement in some realms of politics is its fault.
The sameness felt in the arts is also to its blame. There’s little life or verve in hearing the same voice, or tuning into the same program your father did when he was growing up.