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Rupert Goodwins' diary

Monday 12/02/2001Yesterday, the BBC sent a nice lady with good hair and a gentleman cameraman of the old school to my pied-a-terre on the Highgate-Islington borders (oh, ok, a crumbling flat in Holloway). It seems that Aunty had caught wind of Napster getting its marching orders from the sheriff, and wanted some amiable technologist to explain what it all meant to the watching millions.
Written by Rupert Goodwins, Contributor
Monday
12/02/2001 Yesterday, the BBC sent a nice lady with good hair and a gentleman cameraman of the old school to my pied-a-terre on the Highgate-Islington borders (oh, ok, a crumbling flat in Holloway). It seems that Aunty had caught wind of Napster getting its marching orders from the sheriff, and wanted some amiable technologist to explain what it all meant to the watching millions. Today, they broadcast it -- seemingly on every bulletin -- with me pointing to screenfuls of ripped Enimen tracks and saying "It's naughty, but it's not going away no matter what they do.". There was a long interview as well, but if that got out as well I missed it. What they didn't show was the small problem that flowed from the renegade white rapper's habit of shocking his elders and betters (who, bless 'em all, invariably rise to the bait and are shocked). The screen was sprinkled with expletives in the titles of the songs: I picked the one highest up the list and gently placed the cursor to obscure the uc between the f and the k. What is the world coming to? (*) (*) Ravel's Bolero.
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