Another recurring theme was his frustration with the BBC: “Its atmosphere is something half way between a girls’ school and a lunatic asylum, and all we are doing at present is useless, or slightly worse than useless.” Put that on a statue. Then, in June: “The thing that strikes one in the BBC . . . is not so much the moral squalor and the ultimate futility of what we are doing, as the feeling of frustration, the impossibility of getting anything done, even any successful piece of scoundrelism.”
