Scottish journalism’s demise greatly exaggerated

USUALLY the default position is to ignore them. The siren voices that is.

They arise, usually motivated by a few shekels or the chance of publicity, from wherever they hide in the daytime, to pronounce the imminent death of journalism.

In Scotland, they are a particularly virulent chorus, forever perfecting their Private Frazer impressions until called upon, usually by self-serving English masters, to chorus their grim tidings.

So, you see, I have been unable to take my default position this time.

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