This is a download from LBC, Steve Allen's Little Bit Extra.

Morning, everybody, nice to be company. Welcome along to Wednesday, the 23rd of January. Yes, we had snow.

Yes, it was out there. Yes, the good and the great. Well, you know, mainly the average turned up to the National Television Award,

who now are obviously presenting awards for being best drunk.

Best person to be done for drink driving this year is also the TV presenter of the year,

even though he's not even been on television for a year. How the hell does that work out?

Seriously. You know, the contenders were Bradley Walsh, Graham Norton, Holly Willoughby,

Phillips Cofield, Anton Dek. Well, it's only been half of them working. The other ones have been trying to recover from being discovered, drunk

at the wheel of a car. And it goes to Anten Deck. I'm not sure if the television awards are

actually worth having anymore. It seems pointless to me. I was looking through. I mean,

they've actually got, you know, the talent show. Well, we don't really have any, do we? Apart from Britain's

got talent, dancing on ice, strictly come dancing wins it, because it's the BBC and we've actually

paid for the blooming thing. Best TV judge, Robert Rinder, since when was he a TV judge? What do they

do? Shoved, Robbie Williams?

What, he'd been on television two seconds.

Simon Cowell, Louis Tomlinson, he went to David Walliams.

I don't know, I'll begin to worry about these awards.

Up for the daytime programme, Jeremy Kyle, Sunday brunch, loose women,

and by God they couldn't have brown-nosed any more on that

programme every day. And here's some more clips of how much fun we've had on this programme.

Well, quite clearly, everybody thought it was a part of doggie-dos because they didn't get it.

It went to this morning. You can imagine... Oh, let's have another drink. Carol, get the bottle out.

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