Sunday-morning TV wisdom is that what the viewers desire, more than anything, is discussion of politics. They are only ever there for the benefit of programme researchers and camera crews who scoff them afterwards. They had glasses of orange juice and a bowl of croissants which, as ever, went uneaten. He mentioned ‘Zac Goldsmith and’ – another juddering, comical nod – ‘his famous sister Jemima.’ Alan Partridge lives.Īlastair Campbell was sitting at a table shaped like a tennis racquet, along with former Tory MP Esther McVey. He admitted he was nervous and we could see that from the over-emphatic nodding that kept taking place. He swivelled towards us, face like a startled crow, and stretched his twangy larynx to say ‘Welcome to the first’ – big nod – ‘Peston on Sunday’. The brevity of the show’s opening possibly took Pesto by surprise because on microphones we heard him wishing his colleagues good luck with that old theatre expression ‘break a leg’. The aesthetic was urban Sunday brunch, black coffee, granola and blueberry yoghurt, that sort of thing. He was sitting at a funky glass desk in some sort of bare-brick loft apartment in London. Instead we went to a skinny, bespectacled artiste in a pixie haircut. They have not spent much on a theme tune. That was easily the most newsy section of the show.Ĭome 10am, over to ITV we flew, just in time to catch some opening credits which had chunky writing and bright colours, orange and blue to the fore. ![]() In a pre-recorded interview, Marr cleverly persuaded the prince to complain about intrusion on his love life. Marr had spoken to: former MI6 boss Sir John Sawers, an anti-sceptic figure who instructed us to stay in the EU Justice Secretary Michael Gove, who said the precise opposite with perhaps more charm new London mayor Sadiq Khan, so sleep-deprived he mumbled about not much in particular and Prince Harry via a link from the USA, plugging the Invictus Games for disabled service people. The Beeb’s Marr Show had just finished and it had been loaded with hefty interviews to try to scupper the ITV pretender. It’s amazing that this old hoofer is still a go-to figure for political authority. Less cheerfully, Peston’s first guests included Blairite spin doctor Alastair Campbell, who used to be Peston’s little friend back in the late 1990s when Peston was a political reporter at the height of the Blair terrors. They have at least managed to chop back his notorious long-windedness and the show has an engaging sense of its own ridiculousness. If it was all a bit breathless and batty, it also contained its lighter moments. Peston, wearing a pixie-ish new hairdo and slim-cut jacket without tie, made his Sunday chat-show presenter debut yesterday morning. ![]() Me, me, me – over here, camera one! No, don’t point it at that woman by the interactive screen. Now, immediately afterwards on ITV, we have another 50-something London Leftie, Robert Peston, practically dancing the Charleston and blowing kisses to make us watch his latest antics. Not only do we have Andrew ‘Captain Hop-Along’ Marr growling away on BBC1, throwing his arm about like a tipsy conductor. ![]() Sunday mornings just became a little madder and more metropolitan. Robert Peston, wearing a pixie-ish new hairdo and slim-cut jacket without tie, made his Sunday chat-show presenter debut yesterday morning
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