says that only when we lose the BBC will we realise what we have lost. Not so. I know perfectly well I will miss this blog. Come the glorious day all the B-BBC posters will feel some of the emptiness that must have touched Carl Bernstein’s soul when he realised that, truly, he no longer had Nixon to kick around any more. With Othello we will bid farewell to the pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war and lament that our occupation’s gone. I may even find a little tear trickling down my cheek as I take my £116 to the bank.
The Guardian
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