Student protests – the real media view?

So this week the student population of the UK finally wrested back the spotlight from the French with their protests in Westminster.

The image that adorned the front page of most newspapers on Thursday was the hooded student kicking in a window at Tory HQ in Millbank.

For all the world, it looked like one of those images that was caught spontaneously by one lucky photographer. That is until you get the wide angle view.

There must be at least 40 photographers and an equally large number of TV cameramen all crowded round – surely a set-up sequence, if ever there was one.

What makes it even more farcical is the bored look of the fluorescent jacket-wearing policeman in the background. Couldn’t he have at least made an effort to stop the protestor? Was he worried he’d get lynched by the media for ruining the perfect photo-opportunity?

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How digital cameras make photography child’s play

Kodak Instamatic 100OK, first things first: I’m going to say something that’s not exactly groundbreaking – digital cameras make photography ridiculously easy for kids.

Hang on a minute, before you hit the back button, stay with me. As a kid, I remember being able to use one of these cameras for my early forays into photography. Yes, it was exciting being able to take photos, but the whole process was undeniably slow.

You invariably had a film of around 24 shots (often less) and then you had to wait to get the film processed, without any idea of how good the pictures were.

Now, in my house, that usually involved sending the film off to someone like Truprint, with the prints coming back around a week later.

Often, given how long it took to finish a film, it was months before some photos were processed. It’s no wonder that when they came back, there would be disappointments and no little confusion about what some of the pictures actually were.

Add to that, the blurriness and wobbly nature of many of the exposures and it sums up the slightly dispiriting nature of photography as a child.

Kids digital cameraFast forward 30 years and you enter the world of digital photography.

My 4-y-o daughter has a lovely little camera like the one on the right and it’s a joy to watch her learning how to take photos. She can snap away and see the results of her efforts immediately. It doesn’t matter if she wobbles the camera or chops the head off the person she’s shooting. She can learn and make mistakes without it costing a thing.

I don’t think I ever really had an eye for photography, but the lengthy process it took as a kid made it far less likely that any passion I did have would have developed particularly quickly.

I’m convinced that the digital revolution will make it far easier for my daughter and many other kids besides.

What Stephen Fry is probably saying to himself right now

Oh arse! It seems as if little old me has managed to insert myself into a veritable cauldron of hot water.

I did some piffling little interview with the beacon of journalism (and rather fine repository of male athleticism) that is Attitude magazine and, mea culpa, I wandered blindly like a herd of myopic buffalo into a forest of feminism.

Why, I hear you ask, did I even comment on the area of women’s libido and their predilection for all things sexual? Well, I’m one of this country’s most celebrated polymaths and it would be unseemly not to an offer an opinion on a subject when asked, would it?

After all, I am the font of all knowledge, as omniscient as the Oracle of Delphi, more pansophical than Jeeves himself – a supercilious fellow, who I did do a rather fine job of portraying, if I may say so myself.

It is, admittedly, a rather long time since I did actually engage in the act of fornication with one of the fairer sex, but I do have a number of female acolyt…, I mean friends, and they’ve never shown the slightest inclination to wander around Hampstead Heath of a Thursday evening on a hunt for rumpy-pumpy, so Quod Erat Demonstrandum.

It’s not even as if my comments are particularly original – you only have to take a wander through my celebrated bestseller, The Hippopotamus to see that I’ve said all of this before.

Anyway, may I prostrate myself in front of all of those whom I have mortally offended and allow myself to be thoroughly flagellated for my outmoded and, seemingly, controversial, views.

Allow me to feel thoroughly arsed off and bid my farewell to you all.