Diminishing Returns...

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Well, the Third Ashes Test has gone the way of the first two: right to the line; except that the result favoured the home side this time. To be honest, the series should already have been at least a one-all tie, but there you go, that's Test Cricket. It's such a shame that I can't watch the damned matches live on BBC TV, not that I have any gripes with listening to Test Match Special on Radio Four: it's some of my favourite listening, although I do miss the passing of Johnner's and Blower's. I do understand the commercial needs of the current game, but The Ashes, for God's sake, should be available as if it were on the NHS, not behind the bloody paywall of commercial satellite TV. Much the same, at least the Silverstone Grand Prix should be on the Beeb, if not the rest of the Formula One season. For the moment we've got Wimbledon, but how long before that succumbs to mammon?

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  1. Anonymous10 July 2023 at 14:34

    Totally agree mate. Some things: Six Nations, Test Cricket, Grand National, Home GP..... should be free to air. The Beeb encouraged the formation of hundreds of production companies that share the spoils of their formats and the commercial interests fuck up the revenue streams so it's a MESS. Money should NOT be the metric; it's like measuring summat with somebody els's ruler: you don't know its accuracy!!:(
    JHS

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