I found myself obsessively looking at this over and over today, wondering why in the hell they chose this particular snippet when I was so much more witty and articulate during the 45 minutes or so they were filming at Organ HQ. And doesn't the camera just add a few pounds? I thought so, I was on the running machine for a good wee while today.
Quite a few people were tuned in; I got a number of emails and calls today about it and they all were fulsome in my praise. For example, my flatmate The Barrister said I had 'expressive eyes and a manful confident demeanor with bags of sex appeal'.
OK, I made the last couple of things up. But, this confirms my theory that it doesn't matter what you do or say on the TV, it only matters that you are on it. I am reminded of Dana Carvey (yes, Garth off of Wayne's World) saying ages ago that if you put a grapefruit on television 24 hours a day and then after a few weeks brought that grapefruit out to, say, a shopping mall, people would scream 'Hey, isn't that the grapefruit on TV?!' and clamor to get their pictures taken with it. And he said this years before Big Brother.
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