She who pays the sculptor
Apologies to Spinspamspun and any other readers who are cheesed off with me for not blogging in a few days. One of my problems is that the busier I get on our airwaves the less time I have to regale you with my thoughts here. Right now my trusty colleague Gareth Gordon is doing sentry duty over at Stormont Castle in case the internal rows erupt on to the lawn (the Executive is meeting) and I am tapping away in our dingy basement in Parliament Buildings.
I shall treat you to my thoughts on expenses and the latest spat soon, but first here's a bit of light relief. Last week my Ö÷²¥´óÐã Newsline colleague Ciara Riddell was preparing for a live broadcast about the unveiling of the She planned a short piece to camera before turning to the sculptor Dan George for his thoughts. But she was informed that if she wanted the sculptor she must also interview Margaret Ritchie, the minister whose department had provided the funding.
Ciara explained that because of time constraints she could only have one interviewee. the answer cam back that if there was only room for one person then that must be the minister. No minister, no artist.
I'm not sure what the appropriate cliche for this is. How about "it's my statue so I'll talk if I want to"? Or maybe "she who pays the sculptor calls the coverage"? Either way, Ciara went to air on her own.
I'm 
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