One of the few reasons I enjoy Christmas is the annual screening on the BBC of the Sports Personality of the Year or SPOTY, as media-types like to call it, and I'd like to see a facsimile in the shape of Celebrity Hypocrite of the Year... or CHOTY, for which I should like to nominate on this occasion that great show-host we all love and celebrity we'd like next to fall from grace.
Rich-girl Jemima Goldsmith was almost killed in the crush as Jonathon Ross rushed to disavow his friendships with both Russell Brand and David Walliams, telling us that had he known at the time, he'd have done so there and then.
But our blog has a long memory ~ mwah ha, mwah ha, mwah ha ha ha ha ~ and I feel it incumbent upon me* to recall how firstly it was Ross who encouraged Brand to declare how he'd fucked national treasure Andrew Sachs' grand-daughter live on radio (the declaring and not the fucking, tho' that might have been good listening too).
And it was Jonathon who ~ during a speech at one of the many gala evenings that he hosted ~ cracked a joke about Walliams leaving with a 15-year old.
And so members of the jury, to whom I turn in my Wonder Woman wig, I put it to you that Ross is guilty on each count of being Celebrity Hypocrite of the year, 2026?
* Ed. Who couldn't fall any further from grace.
