Can just one single non-fiction show be aired without accompanying zillion-decibel music? Watching Bargain Hunt this morning, and we're taken by Tim Wonnacott to some stately pile full of Chippendale furniture. Natch, what do we get? The theme tune from 'The Full Monty' ffs. Over and over, we have to suffer inane giant flashing signals to our subconscious, indicating the peurility of 'wit' of the producers.
And the absurdity of outdoors programmes where what we mostly see is Nicholas Crane and Julia Bradbury from every possible angle, intoning breathlessly about a 'stunning' view (is there any other?) from some outcrop, in perfect sunlit profile. But where is that stunning view? Oh! There it is - oops! There it goes! A nanosecond shot, and off they stomp, to the ear-splitting strains of 'On the Road Again' (geddit?) and more endless shots of their trousers, boots, retreating backsides and wafting inanities about how wonderful all these little-explored places are. No, they're not, Nicholas and Julia, because judging by the well-trodden paths and roads you're marching on, several thousand found them before you did.
