Pants On Fire
Twice today I was accused of deliberate deceit. I wouldn’t mind, but the first person to point the finger was one of my own colleagues.
Our trails producer, Ken Lindsay, noticed that my last blog entry – about our new puppy Rascal - had attracted eight comments and he suggested that animal itself didn’t really exist and the whole shaggy dog story had been invented by me with the sole purpose of attracting blog interest.
I spluttered with indignation and almost coughed up a fur-ball to provide evidence of canine ownership. I mean, really!
Then, after a long train journey from Glasgow to Inverness, I got into a taxi and struck up a conversation with the driver about the BBC and today’s news about job-losses.
“Of course, “ said the driver, “The Government will have to keep the BBC so that it can get its propaganda out. I mean you’re not telling me you’re allowed to tell the truth. ”
This time I was spluttering so much he had to switch on the windscreen de-mister. But no matter what I said to defend the reputation of the BBC, this man wouldn’t be persuaded. He pointed to the inquest into the death of Princess Diana and Dodi Al Fayed and said that story was not being reported on the BBC – only on Sky – and that was “because of MI5”.
I got home in time to watch the BBC Ten O’Clock news which included the latest from the inquest. I was still fuming with rage.
But it’s difficult to stay angry when a cute puppy starts licking your face.
