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Who in God’s name decided Miriam O’Callaghan was capable of conducting an interview outside the rarified realm of politics? I’d like, if I may, to share a couple of tips gleaned from recent interviews particularly the one last Saturday morning with the Boormans.

Don’t go “Wow that was a great story” when your guest has just finished delivering a mildly interesting anecdote. Don’t go “Oh that’s really sweet actually” when your guest has just told you how much he loves his wife. It’s the actually here that’s the killer. You might just have gotten away with “Oh that’s really sweet”. Just. But the “actually” tagged onto the end makes it unforgiveable.

Don’t even get me started on the snooze fest of a few weeks ago when she managed to fit jumbo ego to the power of two, Lee agus Bird into the same studio to deliver the most turgid, self congratulatory hour of broadcasting in living memory.

And when are the powers that be going to give young Christopher McKevitt a proper forum on which to showcase his obvious talents? The slick, merciless way he tackles some of these blowhard corporate types on the morning business slots bodes well for the future. When he will be properly unleashed unfortunately is down to the vagaries of RTE management, the same management which decided that anyone with a shred of mental competence would be entertained listening to Miriam cheerlead George and Charlie performing their renowned mutual jerk off routine a few weeks ago.

If I bothered buying a license I’d be even more upset.