Pundits give us hoarse, rather than horse
THE BBC’s coverage of the Olympics – I mean the proper Olympics, like running quickly and chucking stuff, not making horses dance – was summed up by Gabby Logan (right).
On Saturday she said: “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard an Olympic stadium give anyone a reception like they gave Jessica Ennis tonight”. Really, Gabby? You don’t think Carl Lewis didn’t get quite a decent roar in Los Angeles? Did Michael Johnson get a smattering of polite applause in Atlanta? What about Cathy Freeman in Sydney?
The BBC should be neutral, but the pundits are roaring themselves hoarse for Team GB.
I don’t blame them. I would too, and so would you. The difference is that you and I would pay for our tickets. These guys have a job to do.
It used to be charming when commentators let the mask slip, like Harry Carpenter’s “Get in there Frank!” or Murray Walker’s “lump in my throat”.
But this new lot are nowhere near as classy. LIKE Corrie, EastEnders has also failed to notice the Olympics since that live torch episode, unless you count Ray’s Chariots of Fire ringtone (which I don’t).
No, don’t trouble yourself guys. It’s not like the world’s greatest sporting event is taking place HALF A MILE DOWN THE ROAD.
And, it’s not like they’re both produced by the same people is it!
They did not even watch it on telly, the ungrateful swines.
When Ian “Beardy” Beale (above) turned up from his spell in the wilderness (or “Panto in Luton”, as it is also known), Shirley sat him in front of an old repeat of the Hairy Bikers.
Like the poor guy hasn’t suffered enough. Press the red button, woman! The handball quarter finals start in five minutes.