And this year's TUB of LARD award goes to the BBC

John Redwood has been bemoaning the rudeness of our beloved national broadcaster:

Last week the BBC asked me to give a pre budget interview on the Daily Politics on Tuesday of this week. I accepted and reorganised my Tuesday morning to fit it in. They rang to cancel mid morning on the Tuesday.
Yesterday the BBC asked me to step in as they had need of me to comment immediately after the budget on the World At One. I said I would and started to make the necessary adjustments to my plans. They cancelled the appointment later that morning.
Clearly they do not want hard htitting analysis from someone who has been a long term forecaster of recession and a debt crisis. Is it because the government doesn’t approve?


THIS WAS MY REPLY POST

Funny old John; imagining that the 23 year-old embryo who organised your spot gives a toss about your plans or has any concept of what you mean by the word “rude”. I suspect they line up more guests than they need as cover, and it appears you have been relegated to first reserve. It’s what they do.

Your strangely old-fashioned idea that people who appear on the BBC’s political programmes should have something to say is testimony to your ivory-tower academic background. BBC political programming has gone from heuristic values (a drawn sword parting the darkness of ignorance) and synthesis (nation shall speak unto nation) , to “gis a quote - and can you make it 15 seconds long so we can segway into the competition?”

You are asking for Caesar Salad at the Burger Bar but the Saturday girl didn’t hear you because she is texting with one thumb and jogging her I-pod with the other.

Anachronism isn’t a slang word in Ohio.

4 comments:

Conand said...

'You are asking for Caesar Salad at the Burger Bar but the Saturday girl didn’t hear you because she is texting with one thumb and jogging her I-pod with the other.'

That's burry brilliant Weasel. :) So true. soz i would say more but theres somebody on the moby..

strapworld said...

Weasel, you should write songs.

'You are asking for Caesar Salad at the Burger Bar but the Saturday girl didn’t hear you because she is texting with one thumb and jogging her I-pod with the other.'

It has a certain Dylan,Cochrane even Elvis flavour to it!

Perhaps the Flying Pickets could be asked to return, again, from retirement to sing it!

Wrinkled Weasel said...

Thanks chaps.

I'll try to make it scan:

You want a Caeser Salad at the Burger Bar
The Serving Girl wants to be a Star
She's on a chart to impress her mother
She's texting with one thumb and sucking the other

You ask for Guacamole but it's just mushy peas

There's no getting away from a social disease

Chorus:

She's distracted
She's distracted
you can tell by the way she acted
the light is on but there's no one there
You just shed a tear
But she didn't even care
She's on a chart to impress her mother
She's texting with one thumb and sucking the other

©wrinkled weasel 2009

strapworld said...

WW.

Contact Mike Batt immediately!