I wonder if Jake Knott was on the carpet this morning? For those who don’t share my interest in the credits on TV programmes, he was the sound supervisor on last night’s debate between the party leaders, and he didn’t have Gordon Brown’s mic faded up ready for the Labour leader’s first response. When it happened, I thought “Pity the poor sod mixing this. There’ll be words afterwards”. The only saving grace for Mr Knott is that the director wasn’t the late Stewart ‘Keep the DG in shot for Christ’s sake’ Morris.
By the way, it was great to see all the old ‘Granada TV’ signs in the news coverage of the debate. When Quay Street closes, the Manchester skyline will lose a little more magic. It’s already lost a bit with the removal of the lattice tower on the roof of the main office block. The debate was, unless I’m much mistaken, done in studio 6, more usually home to The Jeremy Kyle Show. It was also where they did Crown Court, Wheeltappers and Shunters and The Comedians. Please supply your own punchline.
As for who won, I couldn’t care less. Brown was the most fluent. Clegg appeared to be the most sincere. Cameron ballsed up by maintaining our right to nuke China. Why couldn’t I care less? We don’t have a presidential system, so this debate was a mere sideshow. I’ll tell you who lost, though. Alastair Stewart. Bleeding useless, much as I expected. I know Cliff Michelmore’s 91 now, but he’d still have whipped Stewart’s sorry arse.