MEDIA FOLK

A couple of times this week I've been watching the television and come to the inevitable conclusion that Media folk really are very odd people indeed.

One of the children playing in the park takes a nip at another of the children playing in the park, and they talk about it as if the world's coming to an end.

On TV, Gary Lineker gave the matter such importance and gravitas that I'd swear he'd just seen his grandmother shot before his very eyes.

Is it really that important…?

Really..?

He pulls that face and honestly you'd think that he was announcing that doomsday had come rather than, essentially, some of the antics that have occurred when some soon-to-be grown-ups have been playing out…

Then there are other matters, not least the ongoing "Yewtree" enquiries. We get it - these people did very bad things, but raking it all up again time and time again just to get your headline read smacks of compounding the problem when the rest of the world might want to try and put it all behind us and move on.

Meanwhile one journalist is found guilty of going too far, and the media folk talk about it as if it too is the most important thing that's ever happened anywhere, whilst we can all see the cold fear passes behind their eyes as they realise that "but for the grace of God…"

But then they do this a lot; give excessive significance to something that the rest of us really aren't all that fussed about, but which they've been fretting about over their Lattes in the office, and then stir everybody else up into such a lather that the story somehow becomes "important" simply because they say it is, and the rest of us are suddenly getting ourselves worked up into a frenzy over something that we really ought not to be giving a flying fig about…

After all, the vast majority of us are so very insignificant that it might come as something of a compliment that someone considered our lives interesting enough to hack into our phones, but somehow we're still supposed to give a damn that some public figures had this happen and then decided that they'd better bleat on about it and continue to up their profiles.

Not that they'd need to.

Meanwhile, for the rest of us, the herd of irrelevant scuzzbuckets, most of us are now putting that sort of information out there for free anyway, regardless of whether anyone cares about what we've been up to or not, so there would be little need to hack into our pointless little lives anyway.

But then we're all becoming very odd people in that regard, as the world is so full of social media now that we're all becoming so utterly convinced that we've all attained some kind of importance that we really don't have.

Which is a tactful way, perhaps, of suggesting that it's time for me to move on.

If the media continues to irritate me this much, and make me feel this bloody miserable all of the time, perhaps I ought to just quietly walk away and stop engaging with it.

It's probably for the best.