Why the BBC World Service?

I simply agreed with the words in these paragraphs so very much.


As a child I was raised in a household where the news was the centre of everything. My dad loves the news. As kids my sister and I consequently hated the news (those interminable dinners spent silently listening to the droning voices of radio news broadcasters). Yet while my sister remains indifferent to the news, the older I get the more completely obsessed I am by it. But not by just any old news. Oh no. Only the World Service will do. Why? Because the journalists are so excellent. They aren’t parochial (a pet hate of mine in broadcasters because it breeds complacency), they are international. They are seasoned. They are wise.
I love the World Service. And the great thing about this is that in recent months it has become, if possible, better than it’s ever been. The programming has become still more varied and innovative and inquisitive. A recent documentary on the philosophy of Isis left me speechless. An amazing programme about animal personality did likewise. Their flagship news show Newshour (with the truly superlative, tough but funny and dementedly fair Razia Iqbal) never fails to impress. Is this a bottom-up thing or a top-down thing? I don’t know. But in a world where our power is increasingly, of necessity (due to financial constraints alone), soft, the World Service offers a great, big, cuddly news-hug of everything Britain is (and aspires to be) at her very, very best.
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