Workbrain likes two things: food and sleep. If I eat food, it pats me on the head. If I sleep, it says thank you in a nice polite voice. Workbrain has no time for these things. Which I suppose I should be grateful for, in some ways, though I feel a bit out of the loop to be writing about the media, when I have so little contact with it at the moment. I go to work, little storms erupt, people get angry about something or other, I come home, and everything is very much as it was. You all had a party, you cleaned up, rang up the French polishers from the Yellow Pages, and it all seems OK. And I’m happy enough to think that. Does it make me less informed, less well off, if I miss out on all these talking points? I am not so sure it does.
