There’s a generation of young TV presenters so telegenic and telefluent they speak a very quick sort of hot air that bears no resemblance to real life. Three appear on a weekly political round-up on Channel 4 and it’s like fast-forward tennis, big serves, rat-a-tat short rallies and the deadly need to be funny. A recent guest was Mayor of London Boris Johnson (BoJo), who shows off his fine blond thatch by making sure it looks mussed-up (known in the make-up profession as the just-fucked look and Boris has been quoted as saying: I have so much spunk in me). BoJo affects a bumbling to disguise how clever he is, slowing everything down and playing to the gallery without every engaging, so it was a sight to watch this irreverent trio take him apart at such speed, leaving him looking not clever as the act turned to bluster. The rules are that BoJo has to pretend to share the joke, so he couldn’t not laugh as you or might do as bad sports. I suspect whichever hapless PR aide talked him into appearing was given a huge bollocking. Another late night political discussion programme is presented by a much older former newspaper editor who has the worst hair transplant in history. It was a bad hair day for all his guests. I was hoping they were going to discuss bad hair politics and hold a who-can-dress-the-worst competition but they put on the same old puppet show. Communication not the name of the game. MoL says politics, sport the same; all balls.