Second Post

I have been giving some thought to the worst film ever made. I was thinking about it during the vast stretches of the Olympic Opening Ceremony when my attention was wandering, without a clue what was going on. My confusion was exacerbated by Hazel Irvine, whose shrill, incessant McWhining managed to lodge a permanent feeling of unease in my gut which hasn't really gone away. She was so unpleasant to listen to that I think i switched off most of my senses to try and compensate. Not soon enough enough alas, as Trevor Nelson's catastrophic stupidity, unable to say even a single thing of worth or relevance registered to me on a subliminal level, and turned the unease into nausea. Trevor was evidently perfectly aware that he was there merely to make up the numbers and acted accordingly, to his eternal shame. And then of course, the Welsh lunacy of Huw Edwards, a man previously thought to be intelligent simply because he can read an autocue whilst frowning. I know many intelligent Welsh people who would not have made a mockery of the BBC commentary team on Friday night as he did. A 27 million pound budget and a cast of thousands reduced to banal soundbites uttered by simpering cretins.  Come back, Fearne, all is forgiven!  OK, maybe not. 

Anyway, the Worst Film Ever Made... I think that can wait till another time, I got sidetracked.