What bores me, however, (as a veritable connoisseur of the
BBC’s coverage) is these silly glamour-pusses who are dusted up and stuck in
front of BBC cameras to work as the anchors for Olympic coverage. You know the
ones; zero personality, lip-gloss like olive oil, perfect complexions generated
by trowel-loads of make-up and, more crucially, no interest in sport. I’m not
talking about the wonderful female presenters who genuinely do know their
stuff. Sue Barker – great. Denise Lewis – great. Clare Balding – double great
(God, I love that woman)... But for every one of those genuine sports women,
there’s three of these blandly attractive female presenters. I watched a woman
this morning describing one of the corners of the triathlon route as a “hair
pin bend” and worrying that the blokes running ‘round it might slip over. The
person who she was interviewing stared at her disbelievingly. They’ve started
parachuting these women onto football shows as well, thereby creating an own
goal for the BBC. They do it, of course, to prove that sport isn’t a male-dominated
world, but by selecting personality-free dolly birds, they play into the hands
of chauvinists, who will either objectivise the women or legitimately argue, “well
if that’s the best you can do, women obviously don’t know a thing about sport.” News anchors are the same. There’s
a revolving series of silly young women who seem to present BBC London news,
all, we assume, hoping to be promoted to prime time entertainment slots as quickly
as possible. When will the BBC stop sacking the women with wisdom and age on
their side, simply because they’re not perceived as totty any more?
I’ve been in Durham all day. Another first! We’ve been
making a film to launch my next project, 100 Faces. The question we’re asking
people across the North East and Cumbria: Why was 2012 important for you? We “vox-popped”
that very question to a number of Durham’s finest today. It’s astonishing how
open and willing to chat people are in the North East. We had some wonderful
answers; “2012 was the year I got back together with my wife after splitting up
for 2 years” and perhaps my favourite, which came from a 10-year old lad; “2012
was the year I finally made double figures!”
I’m afraid it’s still a secret what I shall be doing with
the answers to these question, but the launch will happen next Wednesday, so if
you live in that region, keep your eyes and ears peeled...
On the way back from Durham, I achieved another mini-first
by visiting the curiously named Durham suburb of Pity Me, which features on the
soundtrack to my A1 film. “Why is there a town called Pity Me?” The lorry
driver asks. I’m still none the wiser. When I asked one of the residents the
question, she looked a bit confused and said “I think the name goes back to the
16th Century.” Wikipedia offers up a number of theories, one of
which suggests the name might have been coined in the 19th Century
as “a whimsical name bestowed on a place considered desolate, exposed or
difficult to cultivate...” Surely there are maps from earlier than the 19th
Century which would show if this were a valid theory?
August 7th, 1662, and Pepys was, once again up at
4am and in the office, working hard, by 5. He continued to find great pleasure
in the work he was doing, and felt greatly proud of himself for abstaining from
wine, plays and adultery!
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