Perhaps it's me and some “unconscious bias” but I find that
my list of candidates for irritant of the year for 2020 have failed to mend
their ways. Theresa May continued her
selective recollections but just does not get it that nobody cares. Gary Linekar
whined on whilst challenging Tittymarsh for ubiquity and poor Sam Coates had
difficulty keeping his halo in place as he inclined his head in conspiratorial
inquiry with each broadcasting scoop. Jeremy Hunt’s brass neck extended to
improve his view in hindsight whilst wee Nicola continued to be her ghastly
self. Winkleperson, resplendent in the
King’s new suit of clothes just doesn’t get it either – she is neither funny
nor interesting. Mushroom still hasn’t
worked out what Motsi Mabuse is for but she remains uneasy
on the eye. I’m almost ready to rehabilitate Jurgen Klopp, whose tooth
whitening job looks like it needs a touch up but I will reserve my judgment on
the sour kraut until Liverpool start losing a few. Meantime the bling-laden
Lewis Hamilton continues to opine on everything that shouldn’t be bothering a
millionaire, let alone one dubbed a knight of the realm for services to arcade
games. And what can be said of the Sussexes without one’s
stomach churning?
But 2021 has still thrown up a few new
irritants. The forced confection of jollity
from Alexander Armstrong, who gets everywhere these days, should make Classic
FM a no-go area, at least until the ding dong merrily season is over for
another year. And what an entrance from Julian
Knight, Chairman of the Digital Culture Media and Sports Parliamentary
Committee, even though your no-nonsense star chamber waistcoat didn’t fit. No doubting where you stand on Yorkshire
County Cricket Club but just a shame you didn’t take account of all the
evidence before pronouncing sentence. Alexander and Julian join of last years worthy mentions who
continued to plough on regardless. Their
Royal High-horses, the brand now firmly gripped by Meghan Duchess of Sussex,
continued to astonish and dismay as it seemed not to occur to either them that
the rest of humanity had rather more to concern them their soppy, cringeworthy and
excrescent manifesto. Nevertheless, the crown this year goes to anyone who
proclaims “our” NHS, George Cross, as “world class.” Just try proclaiming that that to the soldiers, sailors and
airmen (sorry, now “aviators”) who will spend yet another Christmas season
helping out!