Geoff Hamilton was the reliably boring king of Gardener's World right up until his death in 1996. Useless co-presenters would come and go but Geoff would always be there, repotting seedlings and banging on about the virtues of going organic. I like Gardener's World. I don't have a garden and treat my local garden centre like a park. I look at my window boxes and wonder if the TV advice about soil ph and the care and mainenance of fruit trees might come in handy. It doesn't.
But since Hamilton's death there seems to be a new set of presenters every week, pretending to be chummy with each-other while eyeing their contracts nervously, knowing that these days they have the same kind of longevity as a greenfly. Here's the affable, laid-back one who'll plan a big garden for them to work on from scratch. There's the dumpy work-experience girl who wants to try doing things in a different way, because gardening's not just for you squares, daddio. And here's the eccentric boffin who does the science bit and gives us a chance to go for a wee without missing anything.
They probably have names, but there's no point remembering them. They'll all be in the composter come Autumn and the producers will have gone and got a completely new set again next year.
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that extended scene with the 'compost bags at dawn' theme was terrible...how can you run out of ideas in a garden?
ReplyDeleteIt's clearly part of a 'back to basics' campaign.
ReplyDeleteI have to say I far prefer Gardeners Question Time. Sorry, it's just radio beats telly on this. It's so shockingly middle class and after years of completely hating it I've recently succumbed to its charms. And the cast rarely changes until someone dies...
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