Come on down to the Sycophant Special

Those of a certain vintage will remember the television programme 'Summertime Special'. Saturday nights had families across the Kingdom humming along to the theme song and introduced by Diddy David Hamilton who is now the public address announcer at Craven Cottage. The eponymous Ken Dodd, a real family favourite and his diddy men! Is this a blog about diddy things? No it's a post about a radio station that I find that I cannot stop listening to cos I like a bit of chat, a bit of banter. There is no radio station that caters to my musical tastes so I like to listen to people droning on in the background. Recently the radio station in question has given the leader of the purple meanies, the man that lies to you in the European Parliament his own show. While his best mate goes up and down in a golden lift trumping all over the place he has been reduced to an hour a night where a clutch of sycophants are lined up to say "Yes Sir Niggles, you are our Savior".  I have noticed that since the Referendum vote in June 2016, that they have moved further to the right and they are really into Corbyn and Abbott bashing. The New Left does not appeal to their protectionist taste at all. They are owned by Global Radio, a British Company which in 2013 had a revenue of  £219.5 million and an operating income of £37.1 million for the same year so hardly a company that you would think had Socialism as one of its core values. That this company can actually afford to pay Sir Niggles and Dame Hatey Hopkins on a Sunday says something about their budget and war chest. Since they started to broadcast to the whole of the Kingdom in 2014, their callers have directed a lot of their chagrin and criticism against anything that might threaten the royal family, namely the SNP and Corbyn Labour. The party that Sir Niggles used to be a leader of had a core support in the seaside resorts beloved of Great British Families in the seventies and eighties. There is a huge irony in that protectionist, sovereignty right wingers, Brexit pushing, "I've worked hard for my money" broadcasters get to inveigle their way like tape worms into the digestive systems of the populace. A populace that since the days of Upstairs Downstairs know exactly where their place is.