A “new” type of political tv channel launched today here in the UK, 18 Doughty Street named after the same London street where the Spectator used to live, and where I once worked on the far less prestigious Money Week, now defunct (there’s another publication of the same name now).
I hate to gripe, but video people often forget that there’s not much point in seeing somebody, if you can’t hear what they are saying. The audio track on the programme I tried to watch starts with a hooter, and goes on to sound like a man in a bath. I didn’t stay with it for more than a few seconds.
As Matthew Lynn was saying to me the other day, video is actually better on the TV.  It’s so much more comfortable to sit back and watch a good picture. TV isn’t dead yet.
