Breaking news, a Theme Park
For the Teletubbies is planned
But it only features one of them
It’s going to be called Po Land
Breaking news, a Theme Park
For the Teletubbies is planned
But it only features one of them
It’s going to be called Po Land
My wife Carrie and I were on our way to New Broadcasting House, as we had a meeting at the One Show Production office.
It was a busy in Portland
Place, but then it always was, there was always a tail back from the junction
by the Langham Hotel and a stream of pedestrians filing past All Souls Church,
but Carrie and I were often at the BBC so it was nothing out of the ordinary.
On this particular occasion it
was a lovely bright summer’s afternoon and the sun was very warm, and it was
that time of day when everyone had been for lunch and were all scurrying back
to their offices.
Indeed it was just another
day in W1, that is, until Carrie said
“What’s going on?”
“What?” I asked and then
followed her gaze to where a girl in a blue dress was walking towards us, who
was causing something of a stir.
That in itself was strange because
she was a rather innocuous looking girl, certainly no more than mildly
attractive certainly not a stunner or of movie star calibre, and yet she caused
every head to turn, male and female, young and old.
Men’s jaws dropped to the
floor and their eyes stood out on stalks and women either looked sternly and
shook their collective heads or stared lustily, and this behaviour was not
restricted to pedestrians, car drivers and Taxi passengers joined in the
ogling.
“What are they all gawping
at?” I asked
“No idea” She replied also
questioning if this unremarkable girl was worthy of all the attention, but as
she passed us and our eyes followed her the reason soon became apparent.
The hem of her skirt had
snagged on an adornment on the ornamental belt rendering her rear aspect from
waist downward exposed.
Though it wasn’t that which
had elicited the response she had received, that was due solely to the fact she
had neglected to wear any pants.
As she continued on and
turned more heads, I asked my wife
“Shouldn’t we tell her?”
“No” she replied after a
moment of deliberation “little tart”
I have just heard the latest news
About the Pandemic, on the BBC
And I was shocked, an epidemic
Of wandering Pandas terrify me
Our venerable leader Tony Blair
Stood
smiling in the media glair
Andrew
Gilligan stood by his story
As
the PM lied to Liberal and Tory
The
Alasdair Campbell dossier lied
And
poor David Kelly was crucified
At
the BBC Greg Dyke resigned as D.G.
Tony
Blair smiled a bit too smugly
He
wanted a way to keep the truth hid
That’s
what the Hutton whitewash did
It’s the end of an era now Michael Parkinson has retired; he was the last of his kind, a special breed.
The last of great chat
show host and a master of his craft, who considered a great interview to be one
where he had to say very little.
Now alas we have comedians
sitting in the hosts chair trying to fill his shoes.
Skinner and Norton and
others of their ilk who think they’re at a gig and the guests are merely an
extension of their audience.
The worst of all is
Jonathon Ross who thinks himself the star and his guests are the supporting
cast with whom he can manipulate the conversation to the point where he can use
a pre-planned gag.
When he does stop
performing his act and using his guests as the stooges to bounce his gags off
and finally asks a question, he invariably answers the question as well
normally with another tedious gag.
By the time, the interview
is over you know no more about the guest than you did before it started.
But it’s not just
comedians of course who have tried and failed Clive James, Clive Anderson, pop
stars, politicians, royals, socialites you name them they’ve all tried it and
the end result is always the same. Hosts who are more interested in what they
have to say than their guests in short people with big egos only interested in self-promotion.
The guests themselves
don’t help the situation as they are only there because their production
company, recording co, publishing co etc. want them to publicize their latest
project or product.
So now all the great
interviewers have gone, and we must mourn the lost art of interviewing because
none of the younger exponents have bothered to learn the craft from Michael
Parkinson’s example.
My wife and I sat down one Sunday night to watch, what we thought was a nice little medical drama on the BBC about a Super Eruption which we quite innocently believed to be about an epidemic of teenage acne.
Well,
I can tell you that what we saw, and I not ashamed to say this, frightened the
life out of us.
I
haven’t seen my present wife that distressed since her latex glove split while
she was worming the dog.
When
I consulted the Radio Times to make sure we had been watching the right channel
I noticed a BBC documentary, directly following the program on BBC2, on the
very subject of the drama we had just watched. .
I
knew we could rely on the BBC to put the true story and allay all our fears.
Now
as a result of the documentary my wife has taken a handful of Valium and I’m
writing this from the cupboard under the stairs we were not at all reassured
and it seems fact is worse than fiction.
Having heard the news about the job losses and general cutbacks at the BBC I thought you might be interested in seeing this leaked BBC document from Dame Leslie to her underlings or department heads that found it way into me possession.
Beneath the BBC logo it is sub headed BIG BUDGET CUTS.
We need to make economies or
that’s your bonus gone and the cars.
LAVATORIES, it would be preferable if staff could hold it until they get home but if they must use our facilities they should not flush every time they go, one in three is ample and they only need to wash one hand.
CLEANING SERVICES will be cut
and staff will need clean their own offices and studios or get someone to do it
for them, the public school boys will know what that means.
CATERING, teabags should be
shared and all vending machines, tea trolleys and canteens will only sell food
that’s past it sell by date your normally good for a week out of date anyway
and I think fresh sandwiches are overrated.
This is only the first salvo
in the war on waste.
Signed Dame Leslie Douglas
I expect her new catch phrase will be “glad not to have you on board”
I’ll keep you posted if I get any more.
The TV and radio airways are now awash
With
colloquial accents, no longer posh
Scouse
and Geordie slang pervade the ears
And
Brummie talk will bring a man to tears
Welsh
and Scottish tones dispense the news
Guttural
pronouncements from their shoes
The
new name for this invasion of your home
Known
as I.V.S. or irritable vowel syndrome