The Messenger

I switched on the radio and listened as the usual litany of massacres, natural disasters, murder, rape, corruption in high places, poverty and famine washed over me. After a while, I couldn't stand it any more and was just about to kick the radio across the floor in anger and frustration when I was brought up short by a thought. Just a minute, I said to myself, it's no good taking it out on the radio, it's only the messenger. What I need to do is track down the real culprits and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to travel up to Paris and then London by the next available train, walk straight round to Radio France and the BBC, seek out the offending reporters and knock their face in. That will teach them a lesson they're not likely to forget in a hurry.