Go Boys! Go Booooys!The guy who does the rowing. Such a tosser.
Go Boys! Go Booooys!The guy who does the rowing. Such a tosser.
The Athletics commentary team are good. But then I dont mind half the ones you're complaining about
(with the exception of Inverdale!)
Serious question...
Is anyone at the BBC actually any good?
Adrian Chiles is great.
I particularly like the way he's not afraid to ask the obvious question that the viewer usually wants answered. Like yesterday when the gymnastics floor excercise was going on I heard him ask the gymnastics expert... "how bouncy *is* that floor?"
Hugh Porter during the TTs this morning;
"When they change the national kits, we don't get to see them until they're revealed."
My favourite commentators (outside the athletics- they're my faves) are the swimmers Adrian Moorehouse and Andy Jameson. I think those two are the best athletes turned commentators.
Congrats on "sunny blandness" - it's perfect but, overall, it's fucking sick.I can't hide from the truth any longer - I've got a serious crush on Hazel Irving! She's never made much impression on me before, but her sunny blandness and her cute wee Scots lassy accent make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I really couldn't care less about most of the sports, but I keep watching for whenever Hazel appears. She nicely treads the middle ground between the untouchable glam of Gabby Logan and nice but dull Harrods woman 'auntie' Sue Barker (three blondes on a sofa). Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she's on in the morning - I wake up, turn the tv on, and there's Hazel welcoming me to a new day. Lovely. I'm beginning to fantasise about her - she always seems to wear trousers, but I bet she'd look great in a short black skirt, stockings and strappy high heels (stop it! stop it!). I'm really jealous of Adrian bloody Chiles, who gets to sit next to her every day, the jammy fat bastard!
Yeah actually, they are pro and the swimming people seem to know what they're on about.
Haven't watched any boxing yet but really it's just that and cycling that I'm interested in. Porter will be better on the track as he'll be able to see everything i suppose.
I can't hide from the truth any longer - I've got a serious crush on Hazel Irving! She's never made much impression on me before, but her sunny blandness and her cute wee Scots lassy accent make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I can't understand a word Brendan Foster says.
Johnathon Edwards is insipid.
Sally "how are you feeling?" Gunnell with her poxy mic near the finishing line is plainly awful.
I miss Coleman and his balls.
But you and me are old enough to remember the God of athletics commentary. The late and greatest Ron Pickering!
I can't understand a word Brendan Foster says.
Johnathon Edwards is insipid.
Sally "how are you feeling?" Gunnell with her poxy mic near the finishing line is plainly awful.
I miss Coleman and his balls.
I can't hide from the truth any longer - I've got a serious crush on Hazel Irving! She's never made much impression on me before, but her sunny blandness and her cute wee Scots lassy accent make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I really couldn't care less about most of the sports, but I keep watching for whenever Hazel appears. She nicely treads the middle ground between the untouchable glam of Gabby Logan and nice but dull Harrods woman 'auntie' Sue Barker (three blondes on a sofa). Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she's on in the morning - I wake up, turn the tv on, and there's Hazel welcoming me to a new day. Lovely. I'm beginning to fantasise about her - she always seems to wear trousers, but I bet she'd look great in a short black skirt, stockings and strappy high heels (stop it! stop it!). I'm really jealous of Adrian bloody Chiles, who gets to sit next to her every day, the jammy fat bastard!
I've detested Inverdale for decades and often fantasise about knocking him out with a baseball bat, strapping him in a car engine type hoist and slowly lowering him into a very large bath of acid. But enough of my private life.
Louis smith just looked embarrassed. Matt Baker came across like a hysterical fuckwitted loonspudI thought the gymnastics commentator was pretty awful when Louis Smith won his medal. It's endearing to be enthusiastic, but not to scream and shout and almost jump up and down when interviewing the medallist. Fine line between enthusiasm and being an irritating tit.
I thought the gymnastics commentator was pretty awful when Louis Smith won his medal. It's endearing to be enthusiastic, but not to scream and shout and almost jump up and down when interviewing the medallist. Fine line between enthusiasm and being an irritating tit.