Watching the BBC last night was like drinking better beer. I couldn't believe how much better it was, not just the broadcasters but nearly all the guests. The only bum note was the poor fellow who had to do a vaudeville act with hand-waving and silly magic graphs, and that was the one obviously CNN-derived bit.
Oh dear, I'm sorry for misimputing the magic graphs. I did feel sorry for Jeremy; he looked like a giant stooping over the blue and yellow gardens of the little people. The rest of the broadcast struck me as brilliant relative to what we have to endure over here.
