The candidacy of Andy “The Madman” Burnham shows the UK suffers a paltry version of media that pretends to a crown. It’s become clear for those of us that have looked in-depth at this chaos. “The impulse to just do it anyway without using real credentials is pretty much the norm,” said an anonymous Journalist to me, who’d worked for The Standard, among others, “and they just get on with it and make it work.”
They’re known as “Credit Journalists” in some parts of the industry, and it’s become marked by returned cars, discarded suits, and prepaid cards thrown into bins. The culture is hideously superficial and it reaches into television presenter domains regularly, so we all get to see it happen. The burden is felt by managers that walk away scarred for life.
The lack of proper handling of the Burnham case – a career criminal who’s trashed Manchester with his perverted activity and is wanted worldwide – is now indicative of a failure of today’s newsrooms to manage themselves. The day to day rush to get somewhere on time is a misnomer against digital signals from every corner of the earth that say it’s a problem.
The UK isn’t so large a place for people like him to disappear in for long stretches. He’s been found lost and homeless, but no one cares if he gets suited up. He’s been on and off drink but it doesn’t feature if he’s talking. He goes from hooker to prostitute but other places make him look better. This is a man also guilty of fraud, battery, and banking crimes, but he’s got a candidacy going, so why stop him?








