There’s something about Channel 10’s loyalty to its show that I admire, because quite frankly, it pretty flipping rare.    A lot of shows these days get cut way too quickly as far as I’m concerned and I’m still angry about Lipstick Jungle which Seven snatched back like a bratty child.

Channel Nine and their list too long to name of shows killed almost simultaneously to promoting the poor things, and although there were those that needed to go, ‘au revoir Monsieur Elton’, just because one or two ratings indicate an initial audience thinner than Angelina Jolie’s right arm, surely they could give them a bit more of a go?

The truth behind all sorts of shows, be it TV, radio or even theatre, is that the talent need to grow into their roles.  The clunkiness of a whole group of people working newly together needs time to settle in.  Mistakes or quirks need nutting out after inevitable feedback shouting ‘Stop doing that, its crap!’ That’s show business.

I know because I’ve been there myself.  I’ve been the one clunking around like the Tin Man, waiting for the boss to lead me into the office to read me my last rites.  But with time and perseverance from all ends of the spectrum – audience, management and production – we came good.  Maybe even better than the boss thought we ever would?

So, I can forgive Channel Ten’s brekkie show (hosted by Dr Andrew Roachford, Kath Robinson and Paul Henry) for doing that annoying ‘chat amongst themselves’ as they go off into a commercial break, because it’s one of their little new things that the other two don’t do.  They’re still looking for their thing.  It just ain’t that. I don’t want that!

I like the new weather girl who, no surprisingly isn’t ugly, and I kind of love that she takes the weather so seriously you’d think she was discussing how she landed on the moon.  It’s refreshing to see someone that cares so much about who’s getting a southerly and who’s copping some rain. Bless her!

But what leaves me cold to the point of icy, with the occasional chance of lightening, is that Paul Henry.  After basically writing off this lovely young man invited on the show to talk about Earth Hour, and his mind-blowingly rude finishing off with ‘what time did you say it kicks off?’ To which he replies ‘well that’s a stupid time as well.’

After just over a month of being on air, you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to work out that Paul Henry thinks that Paul Henry is a big deal.  And somewhat of a comedian.  I don’t suspect he’s either.

Although none of this is surprising considering his background.  According to media back in his native New Zealand, he was forced to resign from TVNZ, after complaints about his on air ridiculing of the Chief Minister of Delhi, Sheila Dikshit.

No guesses for what he called her, which he then went on to say, was “so appropriate because she’s Indian, so she would be dick in shit” when walking the streets.

He also infamously referred to Scottish singer Susan Boyle, as ‘retarded’.   Reading from a magazine article, he laughed as he described how she was ‘starved of oxygen’ at birth and suffered an intellectual disability.  ‘Here’s the really interesting revelation: she is in fact retarded … ‘And if you look at her carefully, you can make it out,’ he beamed.   He then went on to laugh that she was “ritualistically beaten” at school.


So will the ever loyal Channel Ten stick with him?  There’s no doubt they would know about his chequered past, but did he convince them enough that his tail was still between his legs after the NZ people spoke out against him, maybe they thought they were dealing with a professional?

It will be interesting to see how it continues to rate.  I don’t doubt that the entire Channel Ten crew are starting to get nervous thanks to the nasty Paul Henry.

He’s certainly putting me off my breakfast!



  1. Nice to see something different on breakfast television and someone who is not politically correct.
    Seven and Nine try to be nauseatingly ( hope thats a word ) nice to one and all.
    I had forgotten about Chief Minister Of Delhi joke Amber thanks for reminding me.

  2. My reply is not about this article but your latest article about GOLF (The Advertiser Weds April 11th) Amber next time your Parents get on your case about Golf ask them if they know where the name originated from. It came about a couple of centuries ago in Scotland – it means
    Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden, That should be enough reason for you not wanting to play the game. The big suprise to me is that the Feminists have not had this changed over the years.
    Loved your article as always.
    Kind Regards

    • Oh Roger if ONLY I’D KNOWN that bit of trivia!!!!!!!!!!!!! How good that would have gone in the column. It really is such a Stepford Wives type deal at mum’s club. It’s like being in a time machine. Of course she loves it because it’s a bit toffy and she likes to think she’s one….she’s not in reality, but it really goes against my grain that whole segregation and classism. No one is better than anyone else in this world, and being frowned upon for such trivial things like the fabric of your pants or the length of your bleeding shirt….I was told mine was too short and that when I had ONE lesson, it rode up too much when I took at swing……..i just left thinking “oh…….give me a break!” ha ha. thank you Roger. Appreciate your comments.x

  3. Good day! I could have sworn I’ve been to this blog before but after browsing through some of the post I realized it’s new to me.
    Anyhow, I’m definitely happy I found it and I’ll be book-marking and checking back often!

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