Category Archives: Media/Journalism

One month to go, and thanks for generous donations…

One month tomorrow, Wednesday April 4th, the journey begins – reminding me of setting off four years ago this month on my so far longest, 4000-mile, round trip to Budapest, and of the nervous thrill of the first day’s journey across (picture l.) Salisbury Plain with its unexploded bombs.

“Danger – do not leave the road. Do not touch anything. It may explode and kill you.”

That’s pretty sobering and clear, but more on that below.

Time here at the top of this post (curious how blogs end up writing themselves in orders one really hadn’t expected) for the first of what I hope will be many expressions of warmest thanks to wonderful friends and colleagues who, as I write, have already donated an amazing £868.75, including Gift Aid tax relief, to the good causes for which I’m encouraging sponsorship of my ride.

That’s brilliant and humbling, awesome even (as my daughter Kat would say), and some of you have been quite astonishingly generous in the size of your contribution.

The Rory Peck Trust, the EMDR’s UK-based Humanitarian Assistance Programme, and sotte voce to one side (taking 20% of donations against 40% each for the other two, and by the way we have two brilliant concerts coming up tonight and next Saturday) my chamber choir Cantores are all already most grateful.

So, with two weeks’ worth of work with clients still to go, a blog post to write (later) on what winding down with clients in this way is like, and with organisational ducks increasingly in a row, so far – with waterproof-glove-protected fingers crossed – so good. More precisely:
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Visas and Jabs

Little more than a month till departure, and  - as winter begins to fade and (as in the photo on the right) Cotswolds snows thaw – the visas and jabs are beginning to come together.

Preparing to  take a bike through Russia to China and on to Vietnam isn’t working out cheap.

  • Best part of £500 for the necessary inoculations – tick-born encephalitis, Hepatitis-B, rabies (thank goodness no longer with the jabs in the stomach) and only the surgery knows what else. Two sore arms this weekend, and that’s a price with a 10% discount for a trip that’s fund-raising for charity.
  • (On which point, please do, if you haven’t already done so, consider sponsoring me for this ride, by clicking the links in the column on the right of each page.)

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Climate Progress blog post on the Journalism of Climate Change

Signs of water shortage in Northern China 25 years agoI thought I might post here a contribution I made this week to Climate Progress, a site I read daily and consider the best current blog on the science and politics of Climate Change.

The post was  in response to some (partly but not entirely justified) sharp criticism of a BBC piece by my old World Service colleague Richard Black on Artic Sea Ice melt.

The discussion at the bottom of the Climate Progress post is well worth reading, and if you get far enough down, you’ll find some further thoughts and responses from me.

(Picture on the top right, to liven up the text, is of boats stranded by the retreating Miyun reservoir in catastrophically, soon, water-stressed Northern China just north of Beijing. And this, with my family atop, was already some 25 years ago.)

As a former BBC foreign correspondent (Moscow, Berlin, Vienna, Beijing) during the Cold War, and former World Service editor now struggling with the monumental failure of contemporary journalism on climate change (Nicholas Stern’s 2007 comments about the market are just as relevant for the news media), I have to agree with recent commentators on Climate Progress who see the roots of this failure more in newsroom culture and subtle peer expectation than in a direct and explicit response to political or commercial demands (although those play their part, of course).

My former colleagues at the BBC, including Richard Black and others whom I know as good men and women all, remain trapped like most Western-style journalists in the old paradigm of news as event, not process, always needing to be shiny, new and different.

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Talking at Deutsche Welle about Climate Change and Journalism

It’s not the most comprehensive of packages, but Deutsche Welle in Bonn have done an interesting job of summarising a panel on the journalism of climate change which I ran, together with Mary-Jayne Rust, in Bonn in June.

With some 1400 participants registered, many from developing countries helped financially to take part by the German Foreign Ministry, it was one of the world’s most substantial meetings so far on the reporting of climate change.

Massive new insights? Not all that many, but a worthwhile occasion – and not just for the fabulous food and Rhine cruise which were part of the social package.

For the record, here’s a report of our panel for DW, and below an article I’ve written on the conference for Transformations, the journal of Psychotherapists and Counsellors for Social Responsibility PCSR.

If the dinosaurs had been reading Germany’s Bild Zeitung, implies the caption to this street advertisement, then they might have been prepared for what was coming and have adapted to a post-meteorite planet.

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Copenhagen – A Bucket of Cold Water

With Copenhagen now over, I’ve been wondering how, briefly, to capture here in words and an appropriate image my own increasingly clear understanding, which the climate summit has served only to reinforce, that the game is over.

The image  I alighted on is perhaps a little subtle, rediscovered among thousands of old negatives I’m now scanning into digital format. It reminds me how my own awareness has changed since I took the photograph on a cross-country skiing trip outside Moscow when a student there 40 years ago.

Look carefully, and you’ll see a Russian Orthodox church cross cast into a snow-rimmed stream – reflecting youthful vandalism, perhaps, but more probably systemic communist-era contempt for a rich, complex spiritual past.

Whoever cast that cross into the stream just didn’t connect, didn’t take responsibility, didn’t want to know. It’s not about religion, but it is about care for our heritage and the world that has given us birth, warmth and sustenance. And of course it’s also a reminder of times when winters were magnificent and real, with temperatures in Moscow regularly falling to well below -20C, and of an era of naive blindness as to where the 20th century’s economic and political models were taking us.

That direction is now so much more urgently clear than it was, and reflecting on Copenhagen, I find myself agreeing with Open Democracy’s Simon Zadek, that it’s time to find alternative ways forward.

COP15’s greatest contribution to the public good, writes Zadek, may be to bury, once and for all, our outmoded ways of doing global governance. Such an achievement, whilst sad to contemplate today, may turn out in tomorrow’s history to be an extraodinarily important legacy that served us and our children well in decades to come.

As I watch, and join, Christmas shoppers here in the Cotswolds continuing to buy and to consume obscene quantities of food and of presents, encouraged by government and media to keep shopping and borrowing to rebuild the economy, I’m afraid that while I concur that Copenhagen will be seen by history as a turning point, I don’t share Zadek’s implied optimism for future generations.

Our friend and ocean-rower Roz Savage, still relatively fresh from her summer journey from Hawaii to Kiribati in the Pacific, is staying with us today on her own return from Copenhagen, and is almost as gloomy as we are. Perhaps it’s partly our own realism (I bridle when being dubbed a pessimist) rubbing off on her.

But her sense of profoundly being let down does seem echoed in much of the comment, public and personal, coming out of Copenhagen, where one senior diplomat I know emailed to say how he came away from the summit dazed and bedraggled – and particularly affected by a comment from an influential French thinker in the New York Times this week, recalling the Russian author Andrei Bely’s description of Russia’s early 20th century mood as revolution and war loomed.

Events here are coming to a boiling point, wrote Bely. All of Russia is on fire. The fire is spreading everywhere. The anguish of the soul and sadness of the individual have fused with national mourning to produce one massive scarlet horror.

The horror that is now coming on a global scale is, to me, beyond question. What’s less clear, visible or even comprehensible, is what shape it will take, how it will begin, how we – humanity collectively – will know that it has truly started, and when our collective alarms will seriously begin to sound.

We probably have a few years to go until people begin to panic. But when I think back to two years ago, when I wrote a cover article on the psychology of climate change for Therapy Today, a great deal has changed and continues to shift.

In terms of quantity, television, radio and the newspapers in Britain at least are now awash with reports and discussions of climate change, partly but not only because of Copenhagen. But I continue to be amazed how far the quality of alarm lags behind, with  journalists and politicians remaining supremely reluctant – fearful, perhaps – to join up the dots and speak directly of what is happening.

Post-Copenhagen, 2010 will be a critical year.

Remembering Romania and Ceausescu

Why did I switch from journalism to psychotherapy? As chronicled (cautiously) elsewhere on this site (see my long-in-the-tooth Masters thesis from 2000), Romania and covering the revolution there 20 years ago this month were, looking back, the decisive turning point.

As this year of revolutionary anniversaries draws to a close (wall-to-wall coverage of the fall of the Wall with a capital W), I’ve been asked by the occasional student and colleague what it was like to be in Bucharest for BBC Radio at that extraordinary Christmas time in 1989.

I haven’t yet quite got the hang of this blogging software well enough to allow me to position the photos beautifully around this page, but I do at least now know how to scan old negatives into my system, so here, after months of feeding images from 40 years of travel onto my hard drive, is having a go.

The army arrives, on the side as it was said of the people

Starting on the left at the very top of this post with a view of the burned-out National Library on the edge of Revolution Square square before the old Central Committee building, where the crowds gathered to shout down the dictator Nicolae Ceausescu on that fateful Thursday and chase him away in a helicopter. He and his wife Elena were executed by firing squad on Christmas Day.

I arrived in Bucharest (by taxi from Belgrade – a fare of $1600) on the Saturday morning, December 23, just before nine o’clock London time – important, because BBC Radio 4′s Today Programme was still on air – and just squeaked into a small hotel, the Modern (which wasn’t very), where manageress Veronika Munteanu got me a telephone line to London. Read the rest of this entry

Clive James and Global Warming…

It’s worth listening again to/reading Clive James from the weekend before last on climate change, and how in his view the uncertainty around the science (!) illustrates the value of scepticism. Important, I think, both to read his piece and the largely intelligent responses which the BBC has posted at the bottom. Read the rest of this entry

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