Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Sticking with election broadcasts, I was disappointed to see Dimbleby Major winding up last week's BBC1 coverage of the locals at 3.30-ish, a good 2.5 hours before he was scheduled to clock off. I don't pay my licence fee so that he can slack. I was good to go right up to Breakfast, so should he have been. Jeremy Vine had to stay up, providing increasingly demented illustrations of voting trends as the dawn broke, although as I turned in, he'd abandoned the Quick Draw McGraw 'howdy pardner' cobblers and was just rushing around a lot, enthusing wildly. Jeremy, old son, a word of advice. Never, ever attempt a cowboy accent again. Remember you're from Epsom, and we Epsom boys can't pull that sort of thing off convincingly. Darn Tooting.

2 comments:

Apres la Guerre said...

In my ideal world, political coverage would be outlawed, thus denying these publicity-seeking charlatans and cunts the fame they so obviously crave.

That's you tellt.

Kecske said...

Personally, I'd get rid of all these vacuous "autocuties" like David Dimbleby and get some proper journalists into the BBC - for instance, I've heard Louis Barfe's mum lets him stay up all night. He sounds perfect...