The BBC's recent troubles have brought forth gleeful condemnation from the usual quarters - most notably right-wing newspapers which constantly attack the Corporation for supposed left-wing bias or whose proprietors bitterly resent the licence fee. The low motivations and bare-naked hypocrisy of these critics make me more supportive of the Beeb than ever; even more mindful of the slew of dross broadcasting in Britain would be "free" to become if "Auntie" were to disappear. I mean, have you watched TV in Italy, lately? I can put up with the plodding managerialism, the irritating cross-promotions, the bland prime time dramas, the recent, servile over-coverage of Alastair Campbell's cash-in diaries, even the sickening sums paid to third rate "stars" like Clarkson, Ross and Moyles because I know the BBC must compete to survive and, most of all, because I believe that at the heart of the BBC lies an integrity that few other media organisations possess. That's why the recent debacles over the queen and Blue Peter have been so troubling - they've handed ammunition to the BBC's most obsessive enemies which even supporters like me can't defend it against.