The other day, looking for something unfamiliar, I almost fortuitously
came across a little thing on the Welsh programme, called Slices of Life. This must be one of the most modest of the B.B.C. offerings ; but I do not know why it should blush altogether unseen. It does not apparently concern itself with the important, which causes it to come as rather a relief. The B.B.C., surveying the contemporary scene from China to Peru, must in the nature of things deal with matters of moment: as must the newspapers. Consequently, we are deafened—on the air as in daily print—with the doings of Tito, distressed by forest fires in France, bewildered by the Strasbourg conversar.ione. These are news. But how pleasant it would be if newspapers published no-news stories I How charmed we should be to read on a front page "In the little village of Lower Pulse (pop. 273) nothing has happened since June, 1945, and nothing looks likely to happen" !
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