As we are going to be spending a great deal of time together and I hope that we will become friends, I think it is important that I am honest with you from the start. So I have a confession for you. When I listen to the radio I listen to TalkSport. I don’t listen a lot – the car in my radio is dead, but in the morning as I shave I flick the dial on my old transistor to 1089 and Talksport. And there I fill my head and time with discussions of upcoming games. post mortems on past decisions and rumours of transfer coups.
I was not always so immune to serious discussions – there was a time when I listened to Radio4, but got tired of the weak grillings of well prepared and reherased Goverment figures from sub-paxman journalists, sometimes I would flick the dial to Radio 5, but grew angry at text message polls asking if you agreed with the recent survey of 12 people in Dunstable which found out that 22% of peoples favourite colour was Sunday. So it was just TalkSport for me.
But just behind the media twitterings I can feel the dark loom of the real news we don’t hear – the state sponsored deaths, the pointless endless carnage of our imperial adventures, the relentless moronic march of our consumer culture, the never ending greed and appetite of our corporate monsters and the slobber of the trickle down they believe justifies their exsistence, and free reign of their activities. And now I know why I choose the indifference of ”will mourinho go” and “crouch for england” rather than facing the true horror of the world around.
