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The Shambling Corpse of Portland Place
A grand old aunt in a moth-eaten gown, With a digital halo and a velvet frown. She sits on a throne of crumbling stone, Clutching a licence fee like a weathered bone.
One eye is glass, fixed on the past, While the other blinks wild at the "podcasting" cast. She’s stitched her skin with a thousand threads, Of impartiality—which she views with dread.
She speaks in a whisper of "National Pride," While tucking her scandals deep down inside. She’s cut off her toes to save on the rent, Then wonders where all of the viewership went.
She feasts on nostalgia and lukewarm tea, Burping out reruns of ’73. A bloated, gray bird in a gilded cage, Screaming "Relevant!" at a digital age.
But the rot is more deep than a dusty old shelf, As she pays out the thousands to cover herself. Recall the news anchor, the voice of the state, Whose WhatsApp messages sealed his own fate. With a "naughty" request and a sum to the young, The hero’s great bell has finally been rung.
She scrubbed at the stains with a panicked routine, While Strictly’s dark shadows emerged from the scene. With boots in the ballroom and "toxic" regimes, She’s trampling the glitter of everyone’s dreams.
She’s half-Tory suit, half-liberal scarf, A sight to make even the newsreaders barf. A Spinal Tap corpse with the volume on high, Exploding on stage while she tries not to die. Grotesque? It’s a horror, a twelve out of ten, As she bleeds out her budget and asks for a pen.
She’ll charge you for breathing, she’ll charge you for air, While Huw and the dancers go down in a flare. She’s a sinking Titanic with a disco ball light, Going down screaming, "We’re doing it right!"
For the BBC to survive requires answering some critical questions
UK MEDIA WE are now overwhelmed with the number of ways in which we can view content. It can be difficult to know where to begin: Netflix, Apple TV, Amazon, YouTube, TikTok, and Instagram are all just a click away. This profound transformation of the entertainment and digital media industry has fragmented audiences and also altered the future prospects of the UK broadcasters that previously…
Bad times ahead for the BBC
Imagine if this is what finaly kills the license fee and opens the door to adverts on the BBC
BBC funding — no options are off the table
BBC World Service outlines plans to save money
BBC World Service outlines plans to save money
The BBC’s World Service has outlined plans to make substantial savings and change how it operates. Not only driven by the vagaries of the Licence Fee, but also as a reaction to the evolution of technology and competition. Here’s the substance of the announcement: In total, the savings needed for the next financial year are around £6m and will largely be met by the closure of posts with a net…