Cue news theme and roll, da da da Dah Dah dah dum dah de dee. It peels out of the television like a typewriter on crack cocaine, urgent and forceful, attention seeking, your head whips up from the book or magazine your drowning in or the bit of road your tired of driving down. It’s a coca cola jolt, injecting you with anticipation – what’s next? what’s happened? – what’s so important? The news reader springs out of the television or radio. Surrounded by a backdrop of the static city of broadcast, a fixed camera somewhere on top of a building – showing the changing face of the city, the many moods of life in the megalopolis we’re in.

The presenter with perfect hair and practiced whitened smile sings out the roll of honour for the day. Murder, death, mayhem and natural disaster…. all tragedy – is there any good news? Can there be? At the end of the bulletin something good, a kitten rescued from a tree, a puppy trapped down a drain – something cute to balance out the latrine of waste that’s just been flushed though our mind by way of news? What’s the fascination? Why is disaster such a magnet – Why are court cases such a limpet on our minds- Warnings’ dangers? This could be you if you don’t follow the rules?The consience of society as defined by Tycoon A,B or C? TV bulletins rely solely on image – if there’s none even though it is ‘news’ it doesn’t get a run- and then it’s only got about 45 seconds to do it in. Like a lightning flash on our eyeballs it’s been and gone leaving us wondering, like a meal that has been taken away to early – we have a hunger for more- tune in to the next installment. All these stories crush our insides with the jack boot of journalism, no wonder we need those kitten stories to make us forget it all – this infusion of disillusion and misery we call the news