Occasionally one can pinpoint a whole hour of your life you just won't get back.
I watched some rubbish on TV last night, some bloke travelling from Ireland to Australia. I am not quite sure what the premise other than to rack up various different means of transport. And making contrived whooping noises just to 'prove' he was like a boy that had never grown up. Total lamer.
Three things stood out.
- How he put on a serious face to discuss Tibet, which couldn't disguise that he knew nothing and cared less
- Approaching Liverpool he spots a building and says "Oh that's that's..." and turns to a mate who says "It's the Liver building..."
- He announces he's travelling in a Daimler that Queen Anne used to travel in. Of course she did, dear, of course she did.
Totally conceited programme. Supposedly, it's three blokes wending their intrepid way round the world using only their own ingenuity. Like, they crossed the Channel on a Laser dinghy (that's the sort Ben Ainslie won Gold with). All alone. And the camera panned away to show them, all alone. I thought it was dead clever the way they managed to get the camera so far away from the boat that it was almost like they had a support vessel.
