I always catch a bit of Channel 4's Freshly Squeezed while waiting for Everybody Loves Raymond (which I'm now officially bored of) to come on.
Have you seen this? It's a half-hour programme of music videos and band/film star interviews carried out in such an inept way, that it beggars belief.
The presenters rotate between a hopeless Asian girl whose name escapes me, that twat Rick Edwards (he went to Cambridge you know0 and that even bigger twat, Eighties girl-boy Nick Grimshaw and others I can't even be bothered to go into.
Their presenting 'style' involves them louchely sitting next to each other, legs akimbo, affecting this 'can't be arsed' air, appearing not to try to even begin to be normal presenters because - hey - that just wouldn't be cool. They're symptomatic of the today's laissez-faire, 'wot-evah!' youth mindset. They're rude about the acts they have on, the interviews are sub-Smash Hits what's your favourite colour stuff, someone tells a joke and it's always met with ironic tumbleweed and lots of 'did you see what I did there?' nonsense. It's shocking.
We used to think the Big Breakfast was amateurish, but frankly this makes The Word look like Question Time.
Don't watch it, and save yourself the heartache of watching British TV swirling down the pan before your very eyes, and faster than you'd feared.
Still, at least Steve Jones has left.
