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Good Heavens. I mean, really! Just tuned into the poop pump to cheer myself up with the usual tales of gloom, doom and misery and almost choked on my early evening kippers. Spat them right out I did, all over the trousers, took my valet ages to scrub the mess out of them. Quite ruined the weft.
Did you see Mr Edwardsons tie? Standards in public broadcasting have reached rock bottom. Just when you think it cant get any worse, the floor gives way.
I looked, looked again, took out the monacle, polished it and gazed, slack jawed at his tie. Adjusted the contrast, then the vertical hold, then called out Radio Rentals to give the set a magic thump hoping to dislodge the dust from the valves....... No avail. The tie remained the same. A knot so large that it would give an Egyptian Pharoh Pyramid envy. And as for the colours...... Made the images of my last colonoscopy seem positively restrained.
Dont they teach the correct method of constructing a Windsor knot?
I remember the days of Dinner Jackets and that nice Richard Baker. Always immaculate, half cut on Gin and still able to deliver a story about Armaggedon with a gentle smile and a twinkle in his eye. And old Reggie Bosonquet..... Face like a well loved oil skin jacket but his cravatte was always spotless.
Did you watch on Saturday? Pink for goodness sakes. A pink tie! On primetime. Dont recall the name of the chap but his eyebrows require a good trim. And as for this new relaxed news reading style. Legs akimbo with their clock weights dangling in the wind for all to see. I tell you, the fabric of society really is beggining to fray (just like my trousers. Curse this oily fish!) We had the same type of cavalier, couldnt care less attitude to neck wear back in my days at Oxford. Some Johnny wearing a pink cravatte. Caused a riot at the top table during supper. Hounded him out of Oxford. Bloody layabout. Think he became a playwrite.
The only pink thing that we should see on TV is a representation of the Globe when we ran the show, I tell you, everything was pink (except for those bits mismanaged by the French) And another bloody thing.. (Editors note. Vitriole cut due to it rambling on for another 10,000 bile spattered, terminally bewildered bloody words)
Did you see Mr Edwardsons tie? Standards in public broadcasting have reached rock bottom. Just when you think it cant get any worse, the floor gives way.
I looked, looked again, took out the monacle, polished it and gazed, slack jawed at his tie. Adjusted the contrast, then the vertical hold, then called out Radio Rentals to give the set a magic thump hoping to dislodge the dust from the valves....... No avail. The tie remained the same. A knot so large that it would give an Egyptian Pharoh Pyramid envy. And as for the colours...... Made the images of my last colonoscopy seem positively restrained.
Dont they teach the correct method of constructing a Windsor knot?
I remember the days of Dinner Jackets and that nice Richard Baker. Always immaculate, half cut on Gin and still able to deliver a story about Armaggedon with a gentle smile and a twinkle in his eye. And old Reggie Bosonquet..... Face like a well loved oil skin jacket but his cravatte was always spotless.
Did you watch on Saturday? Pink for goodness sakes. A pink tie! On primetime. Dont recall the name of the chap but his eyebrows require a good trim. And as for this new relaxed news reading style. Legs akimbo with their clock weights dangling in the wind for all to see. I tell you, the fabric of society really is beggining to fray (just like my trousers. Curse this oily fish!) We had the same type of cavalier, couldnt care less attitude to neck wear back in my days at Oxford. Some Johnny wearing a pink cravatte. Caused a riot at the top table during supper. Hounded him out of Oxford. Bloody layabout. Think he became a playwrite.
The only pink thing that we should see on TV is a representation of the Globe when we ran the show, I tell you, everything was pink (except for those bits mismanaged by the French) And another bloody thing.. (Editors note. Vitriole cut due to it rambling on for another 10,000 bile spattered, terminally bewildered bloody words)