Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Snogging Simon Heffer
Well, we recorded the first edition of Confronting Heffer, which you will be able to see on Thursday. Simon had a raving cold, which was rather a shame as the Telegraph photographer kept urging us to get closer and closer until our noses were literally an inch apart. "You're not my type," he muttered darkly. "You're OK," I said, I don't go for gingas." We had to keep terribly serious during these photographs, but in the end I just burst out laughing. The thought of being the man nearest to snogging Mr Heffer in the whole country was just too risible. Perhaps I should have done it. I suspect it would have meant that the intended series would have become a pilot, and no more. Anyway, I hope to bring you the result of our posing later.
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Maybe if you gave him what he REALLY wants, he'd stop being so angry and frustrated and would either start writing sensible columns, or more likely stop bothering at all :)
You likened your head to head with that of Smith and Jones. They played dim versions of themselves who'd discuss any possible subject and arrive at ridiculous conclusions (quoting from BBC archive). Did your head to head parody this? Were you photographed on the left or right?
That was the problem with Harry Potter, Dragons and magic ok but a ginga with two mates..nah...
Aren't your comments discriminatory? Good job there is no law against inciting hatred of people with ginger hair. Shouldn't you have made clear it has got more to do with things other than the colour of his hair? Would you have snogged him had he been fair haired? Or bald?
Poles apart.
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