11.9.12 He Doesn't Get Any Better

Who?  Jonathan Ross!  If you were fortunate enough to miss Saturday's airing of his show, then I wish you success in your further efforts to avoid at all costs the repeat scheduled for Thursday night.  You missed nothing of consequence, and managed to save yourself the arduous task of watching him be a pathetic toad.

I blame the lack of football on Saturday night.  If fact, there was a lack of it on Friday as well, because five-nil or not, the entertainment factor was most certainly nil.  Anyway, with no Match of the Day to divert my attention, I sad broke the habit of recent years, and sat through a whole programme of JR shit.  His guests are not all shit, of course - some are worth watching.  The problem [a what a fucking king-sized one it is] is that Jonathan Ross is busy fucking up any chance of entertainment while promoting himself at all times.

This week we had Andrew Lloyd Webber and people associated with his latest Jesus Christ effort.  Apart from the far-too-short appearance of Kayvan Novak, the show was basically pointless.  However, the worst aspect by a fucking mile was the arse-licking, creepy wetness that was JR introducing Cheryl Cole.  He introduced her no less than seven times, expecting the audience to applaud after each announcement.  She'd done fuck all, proceeded to do or say (or sing/mime) fuck all of any note, and yet applause was apparently due.  The nobs in the audience obliged.  This whole approach was nauseating.  Between vomiting and stabbing the voodoo doll, I saw her preening and smiling and doing nowt, while Ross acted like a cunt.  As for her efforts with a microphone, I will lay money that she was miming - despite the illusion created by the earpiece.

This programme sucks, Ross sucks, the humour is pathetic for most of the hour-long trail, and I've never witnessed more smoke being blown up an arse in my life.  Ross should be ashamed of himself, but of course he has no such ability or awareness, let alone inclination.

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