Day Seven
John Bishop
Another nosebag botherer, Bishop, looking like Bez after a lengthy rehab, is just another boorish loudmouth 'comedian' who seems to have wandered into mainstream acceptance. Toothy, unintelligible twat Bishop, who barked at the autocue in monosyllabic cacophony when guest-hosting the usually-excellent Have I Got News For You last year, is symbolic of extremely disappointing times in the world of comedy. Last year (I forget which post, but it's there somewhere), I stated that the one good thing about having a Tory government is that great satirical comedy is everywhere. Over a year into this right-wing hellhole and I'm still waiting. Instead, we've got wankers like this hosting a rehashed mix of Barrymore's My Kind Of People and Canned Carrott, on a glossy set, with a dribbling, knuckle-dragging, easily pleased studio audience. I'm seriously considering not starting to pay for my TV licence.
How the blessed fuck did this happen? He's not a funny man; just who is he supposed to appeal to? And, one has to ask, why is it acceptable for him (and others like him) to make racist portrayals of the Welsh on his prime time BBC One show? Or making jokes about a woman who appeared on his show's facial tic? Shameful, lazy, cheap-shot crap. The sooner someone at the Beeb realises they've made a dreadful mistake in hiring him, the better. He doesn't deserve television exposure. Unless Kirsty Young's hosting and there's a reward.
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