Sport:

Contrary to what some might think, the main reason my wife and I spend much of our time in different rooms of our little bungalow is that I can't stand soap operas and she can't stand sport. Which, on (or around) the 25th. anniversary of the introduction of Sky Sports, it's somewhat paradoxical because she and my younger son used sport as a bargaining tool to persuade me to subscribe to satellite television. Interestingly, thinking back to that occasion, I have often marvelled at how they managed to appear to be giving it to me as a birthday present; notwithstanding the fact that it would be me who would end up paying for the damned thing.

But, I digress.

What I wanted to say is that, speaking of televised sport, I have always admired Eurosport for the straightforward, no nonsense, manner in which they present their programmes. After all, who wants to be listening to professional television presenters and so-called professional pundits wasting valuable time sitting in fancy studios when most of those watching are only interested in the actual sport? Accordingly, I'm very disappointed that, for the Snooker World Championships from Sheffield, this year, they have engaged one of the aforementioned professional television presenters; and, to make matters worse, it is an extremely irritating motor-mouth from Northern Ireland whose name escapes me.