Simon Hoggart

That’s priceless

The most gruesome television moment of the week I caught on Saturday night, part of the Red Nose Day mutual congratulation fest.

issue 21 March 2009

The most gruesome television moment of the week I caught on Saturday night, part of the Red Nose Day mutual congratulation fest. A gang of minor celebs had climbed Mount Kilimanjaro, and Davina McCall — she must be hard to live with, running into the bedroom, shaking her face in yours and screaming that the toast is ready — informed us with breathless excitement that they had raised ‘a staggering £3 million!’.

What was offensive about this was the fact that Jonathan Ross was there on stage. Three million quid is just half his annual salary! He could give it away every year, with tax relief, and still have £8,219 to live on every single day. Had nobody thought this through? Seemingly not.

Second most gruesome moment was the 100th anniversary edition of Desperate Housewives (Channel 4, Wednesday). This was a television programme as made by the Franklin Mint: a lovingly hand-crafted piece of commemorative tat.

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