I am joining in with Ranty Friday over at Her Magnificence Mummy Barrow’s blog today. I am not sure of the rules? Are there rules? I think it is perhaps just a good excuse for us all to collectively have a bit of a rant.
That I can do.
Having just spent half of the morning in front of C-Beebies, unsurprisingly perhaps, my ranty levels are at an all time high.
So here you have it. My first Ranty Friday. My subject matter…….kids TV presenters.
Let me start with Mister Maker. For the uninitiated amongst us, (Oh, how I envy you.) Mister Maker is a maniacal crafty chap who travels about to kids houses and ‘helps them’ make art. Only he doesn’t. Not only does he NOT help them he doesn’t even let them help him. He does it all himself while they watch on from the sidelines. If they are really lucky he might let them stir the paint. Seriously, the guy is a control freak.
Moving swiftly on…Chris and Pui.
He is just so simpery. The guy is positively soggy. The “Please, please, please come back and see us.” at the end made me want to vomit. And PLEASE will somebody buy Pui a pair of jeans that aren’t six inches too long for her legs. How hard can it be?
And rounding up my Ranty Friday, it can only be Justin a.k.a Mr Tumble.
I cannot tell you the response that floats through my head when I hear those words, “It’s time to sign…” and the hand gestures would certainly not be appropriate for his usual channel.
But what do they all have in common?
It is simply not normal to smile that much. Have you tried? I did. It actually hurts. It is not possible to smile that much if you are a normal person. These are not normal people. Trust me. I work with the general public. They DO NOT smile that much.
I have decided they must be a very ‘special’ breed of person, the kids TV presenter.
And I am sure they do not, absolutely NOT, ever, ever, ever have S-E-X.
And here endeth the rant.
I hope I didn’t break too many rules.
Disclosure: I have never met any of the afore-mentioned people who are probably quite normal, do not really smile that much, and I am perhaps just a bit of a grumpy cow today.