I really like Adrian Chiles. He seems like a really good bloke and he’s fantastic on Match of the Day 2. Therefore, to see him appear on the televisual atrocity that is The ONE Show night after night is like seeing your best mate go out with a girl you detest.
Uurgh! The cosy chit-chat. Aaaargh! The inane babble. Eeeek! The endless human interest stories of interest to no-one but Daily Mail readers. Nooooooooo! The humdrum, mainstream pap aimed squarely at the type of person who think Saga Magazine is a little too risque for their liking.
The ONE Show pollutes our screens each weeknight from 7pm and it never fails to ruin my day. I mean, I occasionally watch to see if it’s as bad as I remember (it always is) but most times I instantly switch over. Even so, just knowing that this bland drivel gets shown every night makes my blood boil. I fly into a rage and smash things. Then I remember that millions of people watch this shite and I start issuing bomb threats, so great is my hatred for the world.
The only excuse for Adrian’s involvement is that he’s humping both Myleene and the ludicrously-smiley Norn Irish bird they got to replace her when she fell pregnant with AC’s baby.
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