Bob’s Yer Uncle
Here we are, frantically battling against the bias at the BBC. Year in, year out, we stab away at our keyboards, foam-flecked spittle flying, blood pressure on the point of spontaneous combustion.Auntie, meanwhile, gaily carries on, undeterred, oblivious and undaunted. Then, along comes Bob. Hell hath no fury like a live-aid organiser scorned. The BBC sits up and openth one eye.So. Should we recruit a celeb?. Click through to read … Continue reading