The thing that strikes one in the BBC – and it is evidently the same in various of the other departments – 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. Our policy is so ill-defined, the disorganisation so great, there are so many changes of plan, and the fear and hatred of intelligence are so all-pervading, that one cannot plan any sort of wireless campaign whatsoever. . .
How can The Road to Wigan Pier, a slim, hastily researched piece of reportage, still have such resonance that, seventy-five years after publication, the Daily Telegraph should urge its readers to buy a copy in 2009, 2010 and 2011 - all in opinion pieces by different small ‘c’ conservative writers? Because it’s Orwell and because it’s terrifyingly appropriate today.