Ross and Brand saga brings out the loony in us all
Two broadcasters have been suspended after a ‘sick’ radio stunt that few complained about when it was originally aired
We don't have to think of ourselves as pro-Andrew Sachs or anti-Ross-n-Brand though I personally am pro-Sachs, pro his granddaughter, pro Jonathan Ross (he was led astray), pro Radio 2 and only anti-Brand.
I am very anti-Brand, but I have to admit, I was anti him anyway. I just couldn't give vent to it until I had a legitimate grievance: loyalty to the granddaughter of my all-time hero, the waiter out of Fawlty Towers. Why am I ashamed? Why are we all ashamed?
Radio 4's PM programme yesterday reported 10,000 complaints to the BBC, with 600 people taking the time to complain on the PM blog, even though Eddie Mair (by some oversight) doesn't have any authority over Radio 2.
Hundreds of people complained to the Mail on Sunday, the newspaper which first broke the story of Andrew Sachs's hurt feelings at the weekend. Many people complained to the Guardian, since Brand does a football column for them.
How many people, though, complained straight to Radio 2? Like, when this grand offence was actually unleashed, how many listeners thought: "That's a bit rum! I think I'll give them a tinkle"? Answer: two.
Sorry, I'm going to restate that in the words of an actual news source: A BBC spokeswoman said the programme had received two complaints and these were about Ross's swearing [never mind that, he was led astray by Brand, remember] rather than the content of the calls before details of the incident were publicised in a Sunday newspaper.
It's all guff, in other words. How can we be offended when we weren't even listening?
The fact is, we have been YouTubing the clip, purposefully, in order to offend ourselves (I know I have). And we've offended ourselves so much that two perfectly serviceable broadcasters have now been suspended, as though they got caught doing something outrageous, like shagging a goat.
We're like the Christians demonstrating outside Jerry Springer the Opera, back in 2002 when it was just an Edinburgh fringe production. Loonies. Me, certainly, but also you. A bunch of loonies. ·
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