Who would believe we would ever see this day? We recorded
Collings and Herrin Podcast number 50 this afternoon. Our golden shower anniversary. It would take you more than two whole days to listen back to all that faff. Which more worryingly means I have wasted two days of my life talking crap with a Mr Bean voiced, Mr Punch faced, son of a fucking idiot. It's been fun. And let's not even start thinking about how many days or weeks I have wasted away writing the nonsense that you are reading now. Which now has made me worry that the podcasts might go on for over six years too. Collings and me are similarly obsessive and stubborn and have made every effort to get a podcast done and I can't see an end to it - even if I claimed in today's show that I thought we should pack it in.
I think maybe we once thought that doing this might lead to some proper work together, but wonder if, in fact, we have just made that less likely. Because what broadcaster would want to risk letting my warped brain and dirty mouth on to the airwaves? I fear I may have scuppered Collings' already moribund career. Though he has been doing pretty well this week at least, interviewing everyone in Hollywood,
including Mickey Rourke, which explains the podcast photos, parodying a shot that one of us actually appears in. I think I do better at being Rourke than Collings does at being Collings.
All this talking about the news may be god practice for a booking I have on Monday, when I will be appearing on Channel 5's "The Wright Stuff", though I don't think Matthew Wright will allow me to be quite as open as I am in the podcast. I discovered this morning that one of the other guests on the panel is Carol Thatcher - so who knows what I might end up saying to the woman who once emerged from Thatch's snatch. It will be worth tuning in to see if I manage to remain civil to the woman who thinks it's OK to compare a black man to a golliwog. I will do my best to keep the discussion lively, whilst hopefully managing to remain within the TV expected limits of good taste. But it's going to be an interesting chat as it's partly about offensiveness and obviously in my job I say some pretty contentious and appalling things. And I am not sure that sacking a TV presenter or refusing entry to our country for
extremist and bigoted film makers is the way forward. It just leads to them getting more exposure and fame. I wonder if a better punishment for Thatch Jr would have been for the One Show to get her to front an item on whether comparing a black person to a Golliwog is acceptable or not. Perhaps Thatch could have gone down to Brixton to ask some of the local inhabitants what they thought about her comments.
This isn't a joke. She is clearly another posh person ignorant of the way the modern world works and better that her and idiots like her find out why such old-fashioned attitudes should be buried along with the generation who perpetrated them. Sacking her has garnered her some sympathy from the Daily Mail and the such-like, who seem a bit confused as they are angry that Ross wasn't sacked for being offensive, but also angry that Thatch has been sacked for saying something offensive. They accuse the BBC of hypocrisy, but they are just as guilty of hypocrisy of course.
But if she'd been sent out into the real world to discover the effect of her words on ordinary people then maybe she and other idiots would have learned something.
So it'll be interesting to see how I get on with her and with the subject of being offensive. Especially after I shocked the inhabitants of Gypsy Hill tonight with my philosophy about my small hands and what I claimed to do with them.
Still live TV. Gotta be worth tuning in, don't you think?
