The election has given me writer’s twitch after months of burying myself in systems and rattling off a bit of PR and a few corporate pieces here and there.
I’ve been fascinated by the whole Nick Clegg thing and for a couple of days found myself sporting a blue and yellow striped tie which I was wearing to show that I, like Dave, agreed with Nick.
Apparently Dave doesn’t agree with Nick any more, but that’s by the by. ‘I agree with Nick. Vote for me’ was never going to last for long as a campaign slogan, was it?
Roy Greenslade in his Guardian blog explains the Tory Press backlash against the Cleggster much better than I could, except to say that I, Roy, agree with Roy that it was entirely predictable.
Seems that ‘Nick Who’, the inconsequential mild-mannered janitor, has become the ‘quiet loner who kept himself to himself’ in the stories that follow the discovery of bodies under the stairs.
The televised leaders’ debates have exposed the way sections of the national press so often treat their readers like idiots by choosing to feed them a self-serving melange of political half truth and innuendo over the facts.
If people can see with their own eyes that what the newspapers have been telling them all this time doesn’t quite ring true, that can only lead to a loss of trust between readers and the Press.
And then how long before loss of trust means loss of readership and loss of revenue?
As if the print media can afford that right now.