A complaint to the BBC…

The following is a copy of a complaint that my housemate, B, and I spent a good 40minutes writing last night/early this morning after watching an interview with Sir Alan Sugar get constantly interrupted by an attention-seeking talentless slob.
“As avid viewers of Friday Night With Jonathan Ross (hereafter FNJR) we know to expect cheeky banter and “the unexpected”. Indeed, that is what we love about FNJR. However, we were rather disappointed when we tuned in on Friday night. As enthusiastic followers of another popular BBC programme, The Apprentice, we tuned in mainly to watch Sir Alan Sugar, as opposed to Jade Jagger and Johnny Vegas, who as students (who have read with disgust a recent article in the Guardian about an alleged sexual assault made by Mr Vegas at one of his stand-up shows) were perhaps not the targeted demographic (although if Mr Vegas is not meant to be targeted at young adults we are unsure of whom he is supposed to be targeted at for we certainly do not think any elderly relatives of ours, or our parents, would appreciate Mr Vegas simulating what can only be described as a poor attempt at fellatio on Alan Carr in drag).

It was deeply disappointing therefore, to find that Sir Alan’s interview was constantly interrupted with crude innuendo from Mr Vegas. Our student house loves crude innuendo as much as the next, but only when it draws a laugh, or at the very least a half-hearted chuckle. However, we felt it was disrespectful to both Sir Alan and the viewers who already had endured the inane drivel of Mr Vegas once that evening. Mr Vegas is mostly famous for a low budget sitcom with poor ratings, and an advertisement in which he was outperformed by a monkey-shaped puppet. I am aware that Mr Vegas is meant to appeal to the common man, the stereotypical type of “blokey bloke” that loves his football, pints and takeaways. If we had wanted to listen to the drunken ramblings of a 40+ man, most likely to be wearing the same clothes he has been wearing throughout this week’s heat wave, we would have gone to our local pub or called up our uncle Dave, (who, incidentally, has no friends, however he is family and we pity him).

We would love to see the Comic Relief version of the Apprentice, particularly for Wozzie’s banter and the joy of seeing Mr Vegas having his dreams dashed when he is first fired. Sir Alan is the figurehead of what is arguably one of the most popular programmes the BBC currently produces; as a self made multi-millionaire he provides inspiration and commands respect in a way that Mr Vegas will never. To have his already short interview cut short by a desperado trying to milk what will surely be one of his last TV appearances now (even you in the media have to admit his act is wearing a LITTLE thin) was an insult, and it was clear on camera that the patience of both Sir Alan and Mr Ross was being stretched. 

BBC, we love Jonathan Ross and we love Sir Alan. Please do not let someone who is clearly trying to grasp at their final shreds of personal fame interrupt the main guests, who along with Jonathan Ross himself, are the primary reason people tune in, again.” 

We signed it from our housemate, L, in case I one day apply for a job at the Beeb!