The snow is with us once again, so I felt this dig at GMB deserved another run out. This was written before Piers Morgan stamped his mark on the programme; it’s quite nostalgic remembering those days when female presenters got an opportunity to contribute.
The current spell of cold weather seems to have put the media into an all-round tizzy. This morning I watched Good Morning Britain to see how they would report it. What follows is, I’d like to feel, the essence of what they did. Names have been changed to avoid litigation.
“Welcome back to the Good Morning Britain studio. My name’s Amanda Periwinkle…”
“…and I’m Cornelia Scruffgrunter…”
“Later we’ll be meeting Britain’s most talented dog, Buster, who has memorised the complete works of William Wordsworth in just over a week…”
“…and at seven-forty Doctor Bob will be telling us why it’s most unwise to eat unpasteurised horse manure…”
“…but, first, our main story: you’ve have been tweeting literally in your thousands to say how alarmed you are by the strange weather. Well, we’ve been investigating, and apparently the strange weather is all due to a disturbance in our weather patterns that…
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