Some TV awards
For the Euro 2012 coverage. Worst
titles: ITV. Looks like they wanted the Wallace and Grommet bloke
(Nick Park is it?) and a primary school's remedial art class instead.
Great cost saving, worst titles ever.
The most irritating commentator has to
be Jonathan Pearce. How Keown hasn't punched his lights out by now is
a mystery. He'd be nicknamed 'Thrush' in any changing room.
The awards for most jug-eared Tottenham
tosspot, the most kerb-crawling Tottenham tosspot, most dour Jock
Scouser, and banal, Mary Poppins was a great call state the obvious
Geordie are obvious.
ITV also have weird studio furniture.
Are Roy Keane, Jamie Carragher and Patrick Viera on the set of a new
Friends type series? What the Brummie bloke doing?
Best advert: Chris Kamara in the gym
(you have to love that man) copping the ball in the head before the
shouty Italian dude comes in. Shouting the odds (heh). Worst advert:
that Ray Winstone 'you're the daddy' crap. “If I woz, I'd go fer
cards an corners”. Would you. Would you really?
No barking
Poor Rich felt he'd become invisible,
as he didn't get the usual barking at from White Dog. Don't worry
mate. She was down the woods and promises to give you an
extra-special barking at next time.
No parking (ticket)
Every visit to one seafront site, I pay
at the machine, display the ticket, shut the car door and watch the
ticket flip over. That's a fine in Brighton. So starts the whole
Bazil Fawlty slapstick routine, trying to get the ticket the right
way up while slamming the car door, all without the ticket turning
over. Last time a warden walked by while I was parking I told her
about the problem. Not a lot of comfort in the reply: “oh yes, we
get a lot of fines along here that way”.

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