The End of TV As We Know It?

There's no doubt in my mind that the BBC, yes all of it, every last amoeba of its entirety, has gone completely bloody bonkers. There's a programme on TV as I write called 'Saving Planet Earth', nothing wrong in that I hear you say, and you'd be correct. However, who do they get to present it? Alan bleeding Titchmarsh and Graham Norton. What are they thinking of? It has to be down to the fact that they've given both these twerps a contract (I think in the case of the Irish Liberace it's worth millions) and they've got to find work for them.

They lack credibility, any natural empathy with the audience and in the case of the former garden makeover expert an inability to speak without adopting a silly voice and a compulsion to try and turn trite into a presentational style all his own.

OK, rant over.