I was listening to the Olympic vote thingy on BBC Radio Five Live.

Nicky Campbell, the guy that actually makes me listen to the Today programme, was in Trafalgar Square. When the result came in he yelped, “YES! YES! YES! …… YES! YES!!” Then he thought he wasn’t on air. Then when he was told that he was on air he did it again. “YES! YES! I don’t care if I’m not on, I’ll do it anyway. YES! …… YES! YES!!” It was like Alan Partridge.

Then he stuck his microphone in the middle of other people’s interviews. “I got in a bit of trouble there; I was getting elbowed — but I stuck the Five Live microphone where it needed to be.”

I think if I saw Nicky Campbell on the street he’d be getting more than just elbowed. What a prick.

Update: Chicken Yoghurt on the same guy:

“I was welling up,” said the odious Nicky Campbell with his usual sense of perspective. What a girl. Christ knows what would happen to him if he saw something genuinely moving like raped children in Darfur or a holocaust museum – he’d probably explode in a lachrymose shower of snot.

Update: Heh! (Via.)