Luckily I’m not Jan Moir or a high profile journalist who might get annihilated on Twitter, so I’m going to say a mean thing. If you’re squeamish about inappropriate, bad taste remarks, turn away now.
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This is it. Congratulations to John Humphrys for his extraordinary professionalism this morning. How does he do it?
I mean remaining straight-faced during the interview with the Yorkshire family describing their close encounter with the gunman (or men) in Tunisia.
Their eye witness accounts, delivered in the broadest Yorkshire accents I’ve ever heard outside the realms of parody, were garnished with malapropisms and onomatopoeic effects.
Confusion between the words 'apprehended' and 'reprimanded' provided unintended hilarity. The image of the perpetrator, having shot dead several sunbathers and hurled grenades at others being ‘reprimanded’ made I larf.
Let’s hope he got a jolly good telling off. Kudos to the bomb disposable team, whom one hopes might still have some more life left in ‘em. (Before the bin beckons)