My colleague and I packed up early enough to watch the Grand Nat from Lingfield's accounts office, although we had to turn up the volume, having been deafened on the way by hearing Lydia Hislop SCREECHING in the most strident, hag-like cackle at some unfortunate from the previous race. Dear Godawmighty, can't they employ people who just TALK any more?
I was particularly smitten by the appalling camerawork today - were the operators on loan from RTE? Either they've got Parkinson's disease, or they've got hand-held 8mm Bell & Howells from 1954. THE NH race of the year, and I felt sea-sick watching it - apart from the long, long, long distance shots, where you needed binoculars to see them on tv, a shot where the leaders jumped and went out of picture before we could see them land, and then the agonizing wobbling up the straight - was the crane giving way? would he plummet to earth? will the Beeb invest in gymbals for next year, if there's a high wind? Shabby stuff.