Radio 4
(This was originally posted on Off-Topic, but I think it's appropriate here)

Why does "Thought for the Day" always get up my nose?

I sort of enjoy waking up to the Today Programme - the dulcet tones of John Humphries, Ed Sturton, etc., are soothing, and remind me that even though it's 7am and it's bloody freezing, there are still politicians and venture capitalists to be shouted at.

And then Thought For The Day comes on, with some pious prick starting out promisingly, reminding us of some thought-provoking event, before disappearing up his or her own fragrant arse in a lengthy monologue about how wonderful it is to be such a smug sanctimonious prick who has found inner peace within the confines of his own cavernous and deeply spiritual rectum.

Perhaps I should just get out of bed earlier...
(LongJohnBaldry, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 14:17, 5 replies)

I agree
The main culprits for me are fucking Professor Mona Siddiqui and Rabbi Jonathan Sachs. Whenever one of them comes on when I am driving to work in the morning I fantasise about punching them in the ear.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 14:24, closed)

Also,
Elaine Storkey can fuck right off too.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 14:26, closed)

Christ they talk some shit
All the wisdom in the world and the best they can come up with is a monologue about carpet samples being a representation of the spirit. All I need in the mornings is John Humprhies giving shit to an MP and I'm sorted for the day.
( Brandy_Bumwinkle, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 14:27, closed)

When I was still a child
I learnt that Thought for the Day only has one good use: as a timer. If we were still in the house by the time it came on the radio, then we were running late for school.

That said, I do like the Rev Tom Butler when he's on.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Sat 21 Mar 2009, 18:51, closed)

I was listening to that the other day,
some woman was talking about the concept of nirvana and how it doesn't matter who wins because "when we share gifts we all win!". It was the worst sack of crap to which I've ever had the displeasure of rupturing my eardrums.
(The Oscillating Gibbon is eating curried squid, Sun 22 Mar 2009, 22:34, closed)