While running back and forth from the school bazaar yesterday, I was listening to “Tech News Today”, and heard Tom Merrit make a comment during the advertorial about Gazelle that he would be out of a job soon, so would be using Gazelle to make money.
Wait… what? Tom is leaving the TWiT network?
Through the wonders of the internet, within a few seconds I found myself reading Leo Laporte’s own words on the subject, posted on Friday;
I’ve known Tom Merritt for more than a decade – since the grand old days at TechTV. He’s a trusted colleague and I consider him a dear friend. When Tom moved to LA last year we agreed to try having him anchor his shows from Southern California via Skype. We’ve been mostly happy with the result, but I’ve always felt that TWiT had lost something by not having Tom’s leadership in the studio with us.
After some soul searching, I’ve decided that we do need an in-studio anchor for Tech News Today, and a News Director who can help us build the kind of organization you can count on for authoritative tech news and information.
So it’s with a heavy heart that I’m announcing that we’re not going to renew Tom’s contract as host of TNT. His last show will be at the end of the month.
I can’t figure Leo out sometimes. He hired Tom away from CNET to host the daily news show, perhaps killing the previously best news show (Buzz Out Loud) in the process… and now he’s getting rid of the best tech news anchor in the business.
It’s worth noting that I am not objective at all; I always loved Buzz Out Loud - it was funny, irreverent, and entertaining - all things that Tech News Today has never been.
As several others have noted, Molly Wood has announced her departure from CNET over the last few days too. Is this really a coincidence, or can we look forward to the old Buzz Out Loud gang getting back together? If they do it, Tech News Today’s listener numbers will surely fall off a cliff.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget Molly’s announcement of Steve Jobs death, or the final Buzz Out Loud show either.
After surviving a five hour train journey that took me into the bowels of London and back out to head north for two hours, I’m sitting in a hotel room 200 miles from home at midnight, with the gentle rumble of nightclubs thumping the silence.
While walking the back streets of this far flung city in search of my hotel, I quickly figured out that the “Cosmopolitan” hotel is not titled entirely by chance; it seems to be surrounded by gay bars. I figured it out while trudging along with my backpack, after passing two beautiful girls gazing into each other’s eyes in the doorway of a bar. A few yards on a colossus of a stunningly beautiful drag act stepped from the fast food place across the road with a kebab in his hand, before running to the backstage door of a club.
The hotel is from a bygone age. The ceilings are perhaps 10ft high, and the sash windows are covered by full height heavy curtains. I just discovered the controls for the helicopter sized overhead fan, hidden in a 1960s dresser next to the bed. A bakerlight knob let forth an electrical hum, and the blades are now attempting to lift the ceiling an inch or two.
I arrived at the hotel just too late to grab anything to eat, so instead walked back to the railway station, and it’s 24 hour food shop.
Tomorrow will be all about pretending to be clever in front of a client for a few hours, followed by five more hours on trains.
Sleep. I need sleep.