If you thought the era of on-screen rogues was at risk, think again. Yesterday — and I don’t wish to alarm you — Good Morning Britain bad boy Adil Ray stormed off on live telly after Kate Garraway lightly ribbed him (correctly) for referring to the Thames as “the river near me” in London. He let his face contort, stood arrow straight and thundered through the exit. Oh, but he was faking it. What a card. Other big TV news of the day? Josie Gibson getting rinsed on Twitter for “staring into space” and “playing Candy Crush”, accusations hurled after her less-than-enthusiastic performance on This Morning, which seemed a little unfair — if I were sitting down with Nick Ferrari, I’d stay mute too. Elsewhere, Lorraine Kelly again didn’t present the show with her name on, which seems to be a fairly frequent occurrence these days — in the spirit of managing viewer expectations, producers may wish to consider if “Lorraine” might be better as “Lorraine?”
But to me, bigger news than all of that is knowing that married couple Marvin and Rochelle Humes are gainfully employed by the Beeb as presenters. On Saturday, I had the misfortune to mistakenly stumble over their show The Hit List. Nice idea, The Hit List — contestants are played the intro to a song and must guess its name as quickly as possible. Schoolchildren have been playing it since the Walkman was invented. It’s good game for grown-ups too, just the thing to lift a dull dinner party if nobody has any drugs. It’s fun! Although you wouldn’t know it from the Humeses, who I briefly took for AI experiments.
