Friday 31 July 2015
If Auntie – the affectionate nickname given to the BBC – was a real auntie, The Daily Telegraph (for which I used to write) and the rest of the British right-wing press would characterise her as a feckless benefit cheat who has been sponging off the state for far too long. They care not one jot for her creativity or unique place in British life. And the licence fee, which pays to keep the BBC running as well as being sliced up for other services – some goes into broadband provision, some to Channel 4 and others – is the…
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