Trying to find a decent non-woke programme on the BBC these days is like trying to find an honest politician.
Nevertheless, the wife pointed me in the direction of “The Repair Shop” and the current series (s8 I think). And oh my, what a wonderful programme it is!
It follows a familiar formula of people bringing in their old antiques and curios that are in need of desperate repair. Most of the punters just want to pass on these heirlooms to their kids, although one suspects the more attractive items may well end up at an auction site for a profit.
The craftsmanship for each item is absolutely spot on, and it is a pity the show isn’t a little longer because it really is quite fascinating watching these genuine experts repair all sorts of antiques, paintings, clocks, watches and soft toys.
But there is one weakest link, and that’s the “presenter”, Jay Blades.
He walks around the repair shop like a clueless foreman, pretending to be interested in the items and what they mean to the punters, but in reality is more bothered about making sure the job gets done on his watch!
He wears a leather apron, and drinks copious amounts of tea in a mug (which seems appropriate); and puts on a rather bogus Cockney accent, as if he’s one of the lads.
But in essence like most foreman, he does fuck all throughout most of the show. It’s only when the punters come to collect their repaired antiques does this cunt turn up trying to look interested, while at the same time having the balls to put his hand out in the hope the punter will shake it as a measure of appreciation for his involvement – all 6 buckets of fuck all to be precise!
Take that cunt out of the equation and this show would be 10/10, and worthy of a small chunk of my licence fee. But as it is, this cunt is like a dollop of horse shit you’ve just driven over in your car, and sticks with you like a bad smell for the rest of the journey.
Cunt!
Nominated by: Technocunt




