Mic Wright’s Remotely Furious: Educating Yorkshire And Refusing To Be Filtered By Hugh Grant And His Thought Censors
THE British press is dominated not by truth tellers and the brave but by the privileged, the prickish, the petulant and the pestilent. I chose that last one carefully. The worst of our commentator class are like rats with bubonic plague, the nastiness they spread is ignorance, intolerance and hate. They want to persuade you that your fellow humans are heartless, that benefits are only paid to the pathetic and villainous. They want you to believe that no one besides you and a few acceptable rich people should have money. Bad news sells and if they can’t find it they simply make it up.
You might think that new legislation and rules following Leveson will make a difference. They won’t. People like Hugh Grant – once caught in a car with a hooker – and Steve Coogan – who wants us to forget about his former love of cocaine – are on the side of state legislation of the press. They want me to sign up for a special badge to exercise my freedom of expression. If celebrity arseholes like them win, I will move offshore and continue to write what I want, when I want, for who I want with impunity.
I don’t like the Daily Mail. That’s an understatement. But I do not deny it the right to publish. I actually like The Sun – most middle class metropolitan liberals sneer at it – because it is a phenomenal editorial product. Always funny, always frank, often profane. I also love the Telegraph where I was a contracted blogger until recently. I resigned after a plagiarism accusation – which I deny and am happy to publish all documents about – and my resignation was accepted after senior execs pushed my editor to take it. The Telegraph has, in Tony Gallagher, the finest editor in Fleet Street and its writers are superior to any other staff working in newspapers today. I was a “bad cultural fit”. I wish all my friends there well though they have been told to avoid me.
Why am I over sharing about my professional life like this? Isn’t this a TV column? Aren’t three rhetorical questions in a row really bad writing? Answers: 1) because I do not want to engage a lawyer to sue those slandering me with false claims that I was fired 2) yes, wait for it, the point is coming at the end of this paragraph 3) Yes. Terrible writing. Like adding in numbered lists. Anyway…all this blather is getting me to this one point – watch Educating Yorkshire and see the best of humanity at work. Some of my best friends are teachers – Lloyd Beecham in Croydon, Sarah Towers in Hillingdon and Andy Lewis in Havering to name just three. They do incredible work. The sort of work the Daily Mail doesn’t write about unless it’s ragging on some other school that’s struggling or cheerleading Michael Gove’s idiotic reforms.
Watch Educating Yorkshire and be delighted with humanity. Read The Telegraph because I want my friends to do well. And never trust a goddamn word the Daily Mail tells you about anything. Liars, cowards and bastards of all forms, my name is Mic Wright, this is Remotely Furious and while I hate you all, I love television.