Who ate my lunch?
I saw a fascinating vision of the future (or do I mean the present?) on the seafront in Brighton this week.
It happened on the day Charles Kennedy addressed the Liberal Democrat party conference. Our reporter, Sean Curran, went to capture the atmosphere as Mr K walked the hundred yards from his hotel to the conference centre. He found it harder than normal because the media scrum was huge - and despite having a fine set of elbows Sean struggled to get near the man himself.
Watching the TV pictures of our man getting bumped and buffeted I realised why. The usual TV crews, snappers, scribblers and radio hacks are having to contend with a new tribe. In the scrum there was Michael White from the Guardian trying to record a few words with Charlie for his podcast.
Later in the hall there was Matthew Parris from the Times recording his own thoughts for his Times podcast, and bizarrely at one point the Tory blogger Iain Dale appeared to be being followed by a TV crew.
I think it was Greg Dyke who commented that when it comes to the new media world we are all eating each others' lunch. Given I am now writing this blog I guess he means me too. Bon appetit.