
As a reviewer, it doesn’t generally fall upon me to declare my interest or otherwise in a show. But the newly emerged incarnation of Top Gear isn’t an ordinary television event and therefore I feel the need.

As a reviewer, it doesn’t generally fall upon me to declare my interest or otherwise in a show. But the newly emerged incarnation of Top Gear isn’t an ordinary television event and therefore I feel the need.
I don’t know where to start with Last Whites of the East End, except to say that it only took about three minutes before someone mentioned the grave problem facing the indigenous species of Newham borough. Those immigrants, them Muslims, basically anyone whose skin is darker than milk.
Continue reading “Last Whites of the East End: Last rites for common sense and my patience.”
Despite that memorable year of “United Kingdom – nil point” – yes it seems we really were the most politically hated country in the world…even more so than Russia and that’s going some! We all came back for more!
Continue reading “Eurovision: The campest, sparkliest night in TV land.”

With our very own Tasha selflessly hurling herself into the soft play area that is Can’t Touch This, we’re more or less obliged to examine the traumatic game shows untroubled by Health & Safety regulations that inspired them.
Given the budget cuts the BBC can’t afford the travel involved in Total Wipeout, so they’ve rented a children’s ball pit and made sure Zoe Ball earns her retaininer by sticking her in the presenter role alongside Diversity’s Ashley Banjo.
Continue reading “Can’t Touch This: More MC’s Hapless than MC Hammer”