Three minutes after ten is the time. A very good morning indeed to you, particularly if you've been affected by the astonishing meteorological conditions over the course of the weekend. And do you know, I wonder when we have to stop using the word astonishingly. It is oddly refreshing almost to be approaching our time together every morning without having

the shadow of the B word hanging over as any more. I think I've mentioned to you last week.

I keep thinking of that lining clockwise where it goes, I can cope with the despair.

I can cope with the despair dawn. It's the hope that gets me. And once the hope has gone,

you feel curiously liberated and you look at the world afresh. And it might not immediately be

obvious why I'd knit together. Australian bushfires, Parisian protests and floods in the

Lake District and the north of England. But I do think that they work as illustrations of a slow diminishment of importance.

I have appalling news sense.

This is something I've always been embarrassed but also honest about.

I was rubbish when I was on Fleet Street at knowing what would make a front page story and what would not.

Often were the times I'd see a story appear.

And I was only on showbiz.

So obviously if people are dying of coronavirus, then I don't think there'd be much debate or interpretation necessary for deciding how to go big with that.

But the rest of it, I have no idea. I mean, I realize latterly,

a lot of it, of course, in the tabloid market, is to do with enraging or exciting us. And I'd never

really got my head around that. I got more excited by a story about a busker signing a record deal

than I did about a pop star stepping out with

another pop star. I was in something of a minority. But I do recognize that notion of man

bite's dog versus dog bites man. Man bites dog is news. Dog bites man is not news. You need a caveat for

that though, I've realized recently. If men were biting dogs

every day, that would soon cease to be news. If every time you start your head out of the window,

one of your neighbours was trying to bite a chunk out of Fido or Rover, then it would cease to be

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