Friday, September 22, 2006
I mean, seriously, Mark Lawson. What are you supposed to do with Mark Lawson? I know it's his job, but this really is astonishingly sanctimonious.
Nice one, Mark.
The reverse "empty sympathy/but". Textbook Lawson.
Shut up, you tart. Racing against jet-powered kayaks in Iceland is better than talking to Germaine Greer about the new Zadie Smith novel. Typical spoddy fat kid's resentment of the cool kids having fun.
Oh, and:
1994: 3578 road users killed.
2005: 3201 road users killed.
Just saying.
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The astonishing fact is that, on recent statistics, television presenting is a more dangerous profession than formula one motor racing. If a theme-park rollercoaster had a similar attrition rate, it would immediately be closed down.
Nice one, Mark.
But while no one would wish Richard Hammond anything but hope and health, his accident should eventually lead to a serious reflection on whether there might be a connection between the kind of item he was filming and the way in which our road system daily reduces the potential audience for such shows.
The reverse "empty sympathy/but". Textbook Lawson.
For war reporters this (risking one's life) is a noble and sustainable justification. But telly entertainments about crocodiles or dragsters - which generate no light but only heat - are certainly not worth the price of a life.
Shut up, you tart. Racing against jet-powered kayaks in Iceland is better than talking to Germaine Greer about the new Zadie Smith novel. Typical spoddy fat kid's resentment of the cool kids having fun.
Oh, and:
1994: 3578 road users killed.
2005: 3201 road users killed.
Just saying.
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