I Like The News
I like the news. As it is with Huey Lewis, the news and I are synonymous.
It’s not an obsession, I just like to know what’s happening in the world. I am not a news junkie, I don’t have to have it on tap, but I do need bursts of news at least a few times a day.
These days that means news of the mobile, news on the radio, news websties, news everywhere, and it’s all there ready for me to pluck out of wherever.
I like having a break from news, but I do get itchy. Sometimes on holiday, I wonder out loud what’s going on.
“Well,” says wife, “right now we’re having breakfast with the kids and later on we’ll head down to the pool.”
“Not here,” I explain, “I mean in the WORLD.”
And then it hits me how careless that sounds towards them and how much I appreciate her for loving the man I can’t help being.
But every now and then, and to be honest it’s usually more “now” than “then”, I have to get up to date with a news bulletin. Bang. And I’m in sync.
I’m an info nympho and a bit of a whore. I will get news from anywhere and don’t have a favourite source. If I stick with one source, the familiarity breeds contempt. I’ll get frustrated with The Guardian’s liberalism (What if prisons do work?) and then I’ll switch to The Mail and enjoy for a while my shock recoil at some ill-founded right wing conclusion.