And now here’s an award for somebody who’s been just generally great over the years and done great things in television with his greatness, let‘s have a look at greaty on a film montage and I‘m sure you‘ll all agree. Surely this must be Attenborough with his marvellous natural history programmes, no you’d be surprised to learn it isn’t, it’s actually Jonathon Ross! I know who would’ve thought it from the self congratulatory backslapping cunts in television land. It just so happens that the vacuous TV presenter is on ITV at this moment in time and the programme was an ITV programme so it doesn’t surprise you that he ends up getting a gong I believe it’s called in the cocky sucky television business.

The TV awards were on telly last night in case you didn’t get my first angst ridden blog in a while and although I didn’t watch the vast majority of it because I was watching Liverpool v Man City in the League Cup semi final, I still caught the Outstanding Contribution bit just after the match had finished and before I went to the off licence to get some whisky in for Burns night. By the way ha ha self righteous, self proclaimed best supporters in the land. It’s amazing how they chant at other supporters ‘they’re here they’re there, they’re everyfuckigwhere empty seats, empty seats’ when that’s all I see whenever I watch the mackems of Manchester on telly these days but I digress.

People made their comments, there were talking heads of famous comics, presenters, writers and curiously the bloke who played Harry Potter, (maybe coming from a wizard it was meant to mean more) telling us about how great Ross was and how before him according to Jimmy Carr ‘there were only television interviewers’, sorry Jimmy don’t get your banter once again. Carr also added ‘He turned BBC Radio 2 into what it is now, fantastic’. Fuck me blue!! Radio 2, once a doddery old station for housewives, briefly became interesting with specialist shows catering for people who’d had it with the nobbled charts and populist music and culture scene. It was briefly a glorious antidote. Now since the suit wearing, no mark personalities have polluted the airwaves, it’s become a branch of Heat magazine, playing into the hands of the likes of the Daily Mail wanting this bourgeois, decedent shit off the air if people are paying a licence fee and also giving balls for Michael Gove and his cohorts to fire.

Punk is dead, it’s been dead a long long time, but there are still punks out there, the attitude still prevails. Sadly for some reason, a discernable amount of people regard the punks as Ross, Chris Moyles, Carr and the like. It’s the ones who do crazy interviews where they arm wrestle, bring their star wars figures to the studio, have an alcoholic drink and say outrageously offensive things to women and pass it off as flirting.

I switched it off and enjoyed a BBC4 documentary where John Sergeant went around India telling us about the history of the railway system there. And to think they were going to axe BBC4 to save money. Also I don’t think Sergeant’s up for an award. Mores the pity. Here is the microphone Mrs. Thatcher.

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