I know you probably think that commenting critically on TV presenters is a bit of a hobby horse of mine but following Chris Evans’ resignation I got to thinking about other tv front men/women who should do the decent thing and head off back to hospital radio or wherever they came from.
So another political big cat falls on his sword following Brexit with the resignation of this bloody loon Nigel Farage. He’s done this before of course, usually after a bender, so he may be back. But you sense it’s the end this time. Hoorah! So what was the sense in the referendum vote do you think as the key leaders of the electioneering campaign have all fallen or, in the case of Labour’s Corbyn, are about to. What a gamble that was and it has failed drastically. As each day passes it just makes less and less sense. Why the Government went for an absolute in or out decision mystifies me; it’s like gambling your house, savings, grandchildren’s legacy on the outcome of a turn of a card. Completely bonkers. Why didn’t they just call for a vote for example on a renegotiation of the terms? I’m still in shock to be honest.
But what wasn’t shocking was the news of yet another resignation today; yes the departure of Chris Evans from the re-vamped Top Gear after just one series. I saw one episode and it was bad. As regular readers will know I never liked that twat Clarkson and his little arse licking Hamster playmate but he had a presenting presence. Evans was just awful; shouty, unfunny, controlling, mate-less. Apparently it was chaos behind at the scenes at new TG. Did nobody at the BBC see the drama ahead? With Evans’ past record? Really?
Look if they need someone with strong opinions and genuine (get her) northern charm (though an absence of hair to let the wind tease through) to test-drive some super cars for a couple of £m per year, well I might have some windows in my diary. It’ll never happen of course because they are more likely to select a suddenly available Michael Gove, Boris Johnson or Nigel Farage. But they’ll have to re-title it Top Gear Knobs
Well this is a companion piece to the recent posting about England’s ignominious exit from the European Championships. Following that predictable debacle we’d become honorary supporters of the Italian team (it should be Wales but alone in my family I’m finding it hard to be generous to a nation who just dislike the English so much). We were baby-sitting our beautiful elder two grandsons last night and had everything in place (wine) as the Italians faced up to the mighty Germany. It was a tense match with both sides cancelling each other out in the first half. The second half was more exciting with goals from either side. Would extra time allow Italy to show themselves as Germany’s bogey team yet again?
Well we had another couple of weeks over in Italy recently to get some more work done on the place. I mean on our house there, of course, not us fixing up the parlous state of the sunny peninsular in the Med. Though I must confess it sometimes feels like you’re having to do the two things, particularly when it comes to resolving issues with the Italian utility companies. But this time we were fortunate to not have any such problems. Our only difficulties arose when confronting desk and reception staff at various stops along the journey…