It’s a tumultuous time, but that’s no excuse for using the language of the gutter Mr Paxman. At 6.30pm, on prime time television of all places! And this isn’t the first time this year that Jez has been in trouble for his potty mouth – only a few months ago he dropped an F-bomb while reading aloud a book extract (although, ahem, that was quoting the PM).
I remember the first time I heard swearing on the television. It was in the 1980s, during an episode of the greatest Aussie soap to be aired on our shores. Jim Robinson had been angered by some plot twist or another, and let slip that most sanguine of expletive intensifiers, our friend, Mr Bloody. And I was horrified. As horrified as the countless infant fans of Paxo I expect. Still, at least Jeremy’s potty-mouth characterises the thoughts of our nation at the moment; electing a hung parliament was a pretty bad idea.
Perhaps we should’ve let Barack Obama hand-pick all the MPs. He seems to have done a good job with Elena Kagen – giving the Supreme Court a grand total of three female judges. Now, if only other branches of our world’s government would follow suit…
Apologies for the lack of posting over the last few days, some of us have been swanning around the jungles of rural Kent in search of flora and fauna. Normal news-noticing resumed tomorrow!
The corned beef hash of global media 