I Hate Richard Littlejohn
Monday, May 5th, 2008 @ 8:26PM
Did you see Question Time on Thursday? Itâ€™s a bit of a ritual for my flatmate and I. We usually end up debating the issue so loudly over the volume of telly, we end up missing half the show. But this week we shared mutual disgust at the behaviour of Richard Littlejohn, the Daily Mail columnist.
Heâ€™s a right wing, misogynistic idiot and I find some of his views just contemptable. For me, his views represent the acceptable face of the BNPâ€™s ‘target voterâ€™ and the fact that he gets paid to project these ill-formed and sensationalist opinions about immigration and climate change gets right up my beak.
But this week his attitude and behaviour towards the only female guest on the show, Polly Toynbee, actually offended me so much I complained to the BBC. Now Iâ€™m no Mary Whitehouse, but I really felt compelled to do something about it.
When I discussed the show with a friend who was behind the scenes at the recording of Question Time that night, they told me that Polly was braced for a difficult night on the show after comments Mr Littlejohn had made about her in his Daily Mail column. So I looked it up and this is what he said:
“DRIVING past the headquarters of the Guardian the other night, I noticed that someone with an exquisite sense of location has opened a lap-dancing club a few doors down.
They are advertising for staff, hoping perhaps to tempt a few women from the notoriously low-paid Left-wing rag.
I m sure the Millie Tant brigade could do with a bit of pin money in these harsh times, a few bob to buy something for their bottom drawer.
Mind you, the prospect of an oiled-and buffed Polly Toynbee performing a pole-dance would put you right off your pork scratchings.”
I mean seriously, who thinks thatâ€™s acceptable commentary in 21st century Britain?!
I watch Question Time for an informed discussion about topical issues. I do not expect to be confronted with a sexist, pea brained, reactionary idiot more concerned with his book sales than intelligent debate. Get off my telly!