Not that I plan on watching GM:tv in the future - not now I've converted Mrs B to the delights of BBC Breakfast - but I'm delighted to hear my one-man campaign for the removal of the vacuous Emma Crosby has succeeded.
Reports today indicate the airhead has been axed from the show aimed at vacuous airheads. Watching her trying to conduct a serious interview was akin to watching Wayne Rooney discussing the merits of dark matter with Stephen Hawking.
The Chiles/Bleakley partnership might even lure me over to GM:tv, if there are no serious issues to be addressed. But even the delightful Christine looks out of place when dealing with difficult topics. I suppose that's what comes from knocking around with over-paid, overweight footballers*.
*Yes I know I am overweight too, but I don't pretend to be a talented, professional athlete. Or just an athlete. Or talented. Or even professional...
Showing posts with label gmtv. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gmtv. Show all posts
Friday, July 02, 2010
Monday, November 16, 2009
More moans about reality TV
I'm really losing the will to live. This morning, over breakfast, bloody GMtv was talking about X Factor and I'm a Non-Entity...
For God's sake, is there nothing else happening in the world that's more important than that shallow pile of *****?
And before you tell me I can always turn it off. I can't; I'm outvoted.
BTW I believe the big-breasted bimbo, Katie Price, is in the jungle. Didn't she do one of these dreadful programmes before and found herself a husband? Anybody would think she was looking for another man or something.
Perhaps Ant and/or Dec are starting a new vehicle: I'm a vacuous bint who flaunts her t*ts and am in need of more publicity and another husband to show off, so get me in there...
I don't know about X Factor, I think hundreds of people have, not just X.
For God's sake, is there nothing else happening in the world that's more important than that shallow pile of *****?
And before you tell me I can always turn it off. I can't; I'm outvoted.
BTW I believe the big-breasted bimbo, Katie Price, is in the jungle. Didn't she do one of these dreadful programmes before and found herself a husband? Anybody would think she was looking for another man or something.
Perhaps Ant and/or Dec are starting a new vehicle: I'm a vacuous bint who flaunts her t*ts and am in need of more publicity and another husband to show off, so get me in there...
I don't know about X Factor, I think hundreds of people have, not just X.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Get 'em off! (ooer missus)
My one-man crusade to get gmtv taken off air continues.
While I wake up to BBC Radio 4’s Today programme on my radio alarm, because I’m second down to the kitchen every morning, I am forced to endure the banality that is gmtv.
I have nothing against Ben Shepherd or Andrew Castle, who both seem decent chaps, but I admit to an intense dislike of Emma Crosby*, who is so far out of her depth she should now be over the horizon; nor am I too keen on Penny Smith, who seems to be more concerned with self-promotion than anything else.
Yet, as difficult as it is to ignore personalities, particularly with a tv programme that insists on perpetuating the cult of personality, I’m going to try to concentrate on issues.
The 7am news on Today informed me that election-winning German chancellor Angela Merkel was now in a position to ditch her coalition with the centre-left Social Democrats (SPD), and move towards a coalition with the right-leaning, pro-business Free Democrats (FDP).
Not surprisingly, for a radio station with decent journalistic values, a German government moving to the right, in however small an increment, was considered newsworthy.
Not so on gmtv though. I waited and waited, but the 7.30 bulletin finished with the market-crashing news that an act in the equally banal X Factor had been disqualified because one of the members of the band had lied about her age.
After my darling wife had cleared up the bowl of Golden Nuggets I stole from our youngest and hurled in the direction of the grinning Penny Smith, she decided to take me to task over my sudden interest in German politics.
My wife and I often have heated discussions on politics – in general that is, not just those in Germany. She comes from the side which would have accused Adolf Hitler in the 1930s as being part of a loony-left conspiracy, while I, wearing my social conscience like a badge of honour, purport to be a socialist, while being happy to enjoy a comfortable middle-class lifestyle and not even purchasing the occasional copy of the Big Issue.
She asked why I thought voters were moving to the right. She believed it was because they were fed up with the ‘socialist’ government of Gordon Brown – I use the inverted commas advisedly – while I suggested, tongue-in-cheek, that maybe they intended to annex the Sudetenland, omitting to point out the obvious flaw in her argument: that Brown was not in the German government.
This led on to a debate about whether the current New Labour government – or indeed party – was left-wing in any way, shape or form.
By the time I’d finished my socialist diatribe against Blair and Brown’s shift to the right, she and her two sons had already departed the family home, leaving me to contemplate my high blood pressure, a cold cup of coffee and soggy piece of flaccid toast.
But at least I could now turn over to Sky Sports News for my own helping of mind-numbing gossip.
*Apparently this vacuous bint is on £120,000 a year. And yet we still harp on about MPs’ expenses…
While I wake up to BBC Radio 4’s Today programme on my radio alarm, because I’m second down to the kitchen every morning, I am forced to endure the banality that is gmtv.
I have nothing against Ben Shepherd or Andrew Castle, who both seem decent chaps, but I admit to an intense dislike of Emma Crosby*, who is so far out of her depth she should now be over the horizon; nor am I too keen on Penny Smith, who seems to be more concerned with self-promotion than anything else.
Yet, as difficult as it is to ignore personalities, particularly with a tv programme that insists on perpetuating the cult of personality, I’m going to try to concentrate on issues.
The 7am news on Today informed me that election-winning German chancellor Angela Merkel was now in a position to ditch her coalition with the centre-left Social Democrats (SPD), and move towards a coalition with the right-leaning, pro-business Free Democrats (FDP).
Not surprisingly, for a radio station with decent journalistic values, a German government moving to the right, in however small an increment, was considered newsworthy.
Not so on gmtv though. I waited and waited, but the 7.30 bulletin finished with the market-crashing news that an act in the equally banal X Factor had been disqualified because one of the members of the band had lied about her age.
After my darling wife had cleared up the bowl of Golden Nuggets I stole from our youngest and hurled in the direction of the grinning Penny Smith, she decided to take me to task over my sudden interest in German politics.
My wife and I often have heated discussions on politics – in general that is, not just those in Germany. She comes from the side which would have accused Adolf Hitler in the 1930s as being part of a loony-left conspiracy, while I, wearing my social conscience like a badge of honour, purport to be a socialist, while being happy to enjoy a comfortable middle-class lifestyle and not even purchasing the occasional copy of the Big Issue.
She asked why I thought voters were moving to the right. She believed it was because they were fed up with the ‘socialist’ government of Gordon Brown – I use the inverted commas advisedly – while I suggested, tongue-in-cheek, that maybe they intended to annex the Sudetenland, omitting to point out the obvious flaw in her argument: that Brown was not in the German government.
This led on to a debate about whether the current New Labour government – or indeed party – was left-wing in any way, shape or form.
By the time I’d finished my socialist diatribe against Blair and Brown’s shift to the right, she and her two sons had already departed the family home, leaving me to contemplate my high blood pressure, a cold cup of coffee and soggy piece of flaccid toast.
But at least I could now turn over to Sky Sports News for my own helping of mind-numbing gossip.
*Apparently this vacuous bint is on £120,000 a year. And yet we still harp on about MPs’ expenses…
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Maybe it's because I'm grumpy
Maybe it’s because I’ve just finished reading Mark Watson’s Crap at the Environment (blog passim) and am much more conscious of green issues.
Or maybe it’s because I hate gmtv with a passion. Whichever it is, I am at a loss to understand how the producers can justify sending Ross King and Mel B* to Beverly Hills merely to promote a competition to win £100,000, in association with a Beverly Hills hotel.
Avoiding pointless air journeys such as this, is the first, easy step to take to cut down on carbon emissions - and the hot air the duo creates in their ‘chummy’ banter can only damage the environment further. Have they not heard of library footage at gmtv?
Personally I’d rather they spent the money on getting another decent news reporter so they could stop being tv’s version of OK! magazine (just don’t get me started on Carla Romano).
Are gmtv viewers so thick that they don’t realise the location of Beverly Hills and that for £100,000 you can afford an air fare? Are they so stupid that they wouldn’t know what to do with 100 grand? And are they so shallow that they need B-list celebrities to encourage them to enter a competition?
I think we all know the answer is probably ‘yes’.
How else can you explain the fact that in thousands of houses every morning people jump up excitedly from the breakfast table because they realise they know the answer to a multiple-choice question which is only slightly more difficult than ‘what is your name?’
It’s easy because they want thousands of people to phone in and cover the cost of the prize you numbskull. Chewing gum for the eyes? It’s not even that high-brow . . .
And if any of the three people who read this blog on a regular basis use the above link to actually enter the competition I will personally come round to your house under cover of darkness and remove all sharp objects for your own safety.
*And if, as has been suggested by a colleague of mine, they were in the US anyway, they'd probably still have taken internal flights, which, it could be argued, is an even greater sin
** Said colleague has pointed out that King and B may well live in Beverly Hills anyway. In which case I take back everything about a carbon footprint. Just concentrate on the fact I hate gmtv. Never let a smart-arse ruin a good rant.
Or maybe it’s because I hate gmtv with a passion. Whichever it is, I am at a loss to understand how the producers can justify sending Ross King and Mel B* to Beverly Hills merely to promote a competition to win £100,000, in association with a Beverly Hills hotel.
Avoiding pointless air journeys such as this, is the first, easy step to take to cut down on carbon emissions - and the hot air the duo creates in their ‘chummy’ banter can only damage the environment further. Have they not heard of library footage at gmtv?
Personally I’d rather they spent the money on getting another decent news reporter so they could stop being tv’s version of OK! magazine (just don’t get me started on Carla Romano).
Are gmtv viewers so thick that they don’t realise the location of Beverly Hills and that for £100,000 you can afford an air fare? Are they so stupid that they wouldn’t know what to do with 100 grand? And are they so shallow that they need B-list celebrities to encourage them to enter a competition?
I think we all know the answer is probably ‘yes’.
How else can you explain the fact that in thousands of houses every morning people jump up excitedly from the breakfast table because they realise they know the answer to a multiple-choice question which is only slightly more difficult than ‘what is your name?’
It’s easy because they want thousands of people to phone in and cover the cost of the prize you numbskull. Chewing gum for the eyes? It’s not even that high-brow . . .
And if any of the three people who read this blog on a regular basis use the above link to actually enter the competition I will personally come round to your house under cover of darkness and remove all sharp objects for your own safety.
*And if, as has been suggested by a colleague of mine, they were in the US anyway, they'd probably still have taken internal flights, which, it could be argued, is an even greater sin
** Said colleague has pointed out that King and B may well live in Beverly Hills anyway. In which case I take back everything about a carbon footprint. Just concentrate on the fact I hate gmtv. Never let a smart-arse ruin a good rant.
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