I can't watch anything with Walliams in either, which in turn means I have to avoid a lot of telly these days. In fact I'm starting to have an actual physical reaction to him now, and it's not the pleasant kind either, it's the kind I usually reserve for politicians. Ten minutes is my limit now with Walliams, and that's only because I'm big and hard and northern. His appearances as 'himself', actively destroying every programme desperate or foolish enough to book him, are the very worst examples of his 'ouevre'. His scripted appearances like in this show, terrible as it is, are almost bearable by comparison. Even so, the best bits of this are the bits without Walliams in. It's not even that the material is poor [which it generally is] - in the hands of someone less 'David Walliams', it might even be salvagable. The problem is David Walliams, pure and simple.
Calculated or not, he is/plays the very epitome of a spoilt, tedious man-child with his nauseating 'look at me mummy I'm on telly being outrageous again' set-pieces. The only time I've ever been even vaguely amused by one of his panel appearances was an old Big Fat Quiz where Eddie Izzard [of all people] quietly tore him a new one and even managed to silence him for a few glorious minutes.
[Walliams - aided, abetted and encouraged by Miranda Effing Hart {MEH} - had been doing his 'This is MY show' schtick for what seemed an eternity already, when he did an uncomfortable little routine perving over the swimmer Tom Daley, suggesting a steamy encounter in a changing room. Tremendously outrageous and shocking, rinse, repeat, yawn. When he was done, Izzard quietly enquired 'And will you be taking your wife along?']
Yeah, David Walliams. I clearly needed to get that off my chest.
[Ooh. Er. Missus.]