Sorry to be an old curmudgeon about things, but I really will be glad when this week is over. Why you ask? Simple, sez I: because Comic Fucking Relief will be over.
Back in the day, Comic Relief didn’t annoy me. It was a bit of a laugh, and it raised a goodly amount of money for important causes without pissing me off. Even last time round, I wasn’t too bothered.
This year, however, I’m getting royally fucked off by the whole thing. Not by the idea of raising money for charity, of course, because that’s hardly ever a bad idea. But the massive amount of smug back slapping going on by those involved (specifically by Moyles) is sickening. Especially when you look at the returns.
To get what it gets, Comic Relief is whored by hundreds of BBC employees for one entire week, plus all the preparation that is done for weeks before it. Hundreds of hours of TV and radio are devoted to it.
But these are bankers; this are targets of ire these days, despite each of them giving more money to charity each near than Comic Relief makes. We’re expected to treat the Radio 1 celebrities climbing a mountain as demi-gods for making a million and half, while we bitch about bankers who make thirty times that.
Plus, pious self congratulation generally annoys me, even when it’s me doing it. How annoyed do you think I’d be by celebrities I don’t even like sucking each other off on life radio?