I put on, and then largely fail to watch Something For the Weekend every Sunday morning, despite utterly loathing the main presenter. Not the bald dude who does the cooking – he’s nice. The one with the brown hair, who literally goes into some sort of existential panic if anyone on the show mentions their feelings, or anything which might involve an expression of self rather than a matter of mere physical fact.
I have made this observation before – indeed, I once directed at old Flatmate a lengthy rant about how much I dislike this man, partly for the above-mentioned flaw, but additionally because he has the gall to let me confuse him with the perfectly nice presenter-who-also-has-brown hair who hosts Saturday Kitchen. (What can I say? I am not very good at faces, and both these men are anodyne, host a show where they are concealed from the waist down behind a kitchen counter much of the time, and both men have mid-brown hair and wear shirts. One of them ought to die his hair, or wear a bindi.)
Anyway, with Omid Djalili as a guest, I present in support of my prejudice, a classic moment from today’s SFTW:
[discussing their names and the meanings thereof]
Bald cooking dude: My name’s “Timothy” … it means something about god.
Omid: It means “Beloved of god.”
Bald cooking dude: “Beloved of god?”
Omid: Yes, “Beloved of god.”
Bald cooking dude: I don’t have a god…
Omid: You are god. God is within you. Everything is god.
Wanker: *visibly panicking* RIGHT. HA! *at this point he actually claps and rubs his hands, so desperate is he to end the conversation*
Wanker: SO WHAT WE’RE GOING TO DO IS …
Love it. A presenter there, specifically chosen to prevent a programme from becoming too interesting. And doing his job magnificently.