by Terence Dackombe As recently as the 1950s politicians were ushered gently, and reverentially, into television studios, and a three piece suited interviewer would all but grovel with gratitude (on air) to the grand pomp of the minister.
“Sir Reginald, may I thank you so terribly sincerely for taking the time from your important affairs of state to be with us today? Do you have any message for the people of this fine nation?”
To view these interviews after a passage of fifty years only magnifies the toe-curling cringey nature of them.
The politician would be allowed to waffle on about how grand it all is, and how we’d never had it so good. I suspect if the interviewer had attempted to interrupt or even mildly disagree with the speaker, he (no women, of course) would have been sacked before Big Ben struck midnight.