My date with Jon Gaunt
Friday, January 30, 2009 This evening I shall be in St Albans for An Audience with Jon Gaunt. Sacked by TalkSPORT in November, Jon writes: "I can't wait to get back on stage and tell you what I think about the state of the country and of course TalkSQUAWK!"
He adds: "Lawyers and I are launching a campaign to stop the Tin Pot Hitlers who run social services up and down the country from making up stupid rules on who can foster or adopt - you know, like banning smokers or people who are too fat etc."
No doubt we'll hear more about the campaign tonight. In the meantime I have been warned: "Please be advised the show may contain strong language. Not suitable for under 16s."
An Audience with Ann Widdecombe it's not.
See: Jon Gaunt sacked by TalkSPORT.
Simon Clark
"C'mon Gaunty! C'mon Gaunty, my son!" Er, no, that wasn't me. That was the bald bloke three rows back. Then there was Bonny who wouldn't shut up. At first I thought she'd mistaken the event for a hen night. But no, she was a genuine fan. She even recognised one of Gaunty's routines, having heard it before.
Last but not least there was the man himself. "Are you with me?" he roared as I sank deeper into my seat, hoping he wouldn't single me out as he did other members of the audience. I bet he's not like this on Countdown.
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Reader Comments (4)
I presume the quotes are from the 'Gaunty Update' sent if you were on the Jon Gaunt Mailing List. May I draw attention to something else for your diaries -
"I am on The Daily Politics on Thursday 10th February on BBC1 at 12 noon and of course on Countdown in March."
I'm glad we're no longer subjected to this fat-headed oafs bull-shit!
Whether you like Jon or not it's a matter of principle. Nobody should be sacked for standing up for what they believe in and I hope he wins.
Jon Gaunt is a preening, pretentious, self-serving snob. You could be forgiven for thinking it was satire - that the cartoon middle-englander stereotype was all just an elaborate joke at the expense of the tabloid readers. His columns are about as readable as an ikea flat-pack leaflet translated from japanese with all the originality of a cat turd. He seems so insecure that someone might think he is a middle-class liberal that he constatly feels the need to point out he's actually a working-class lad who would get a headache if he actually thought before he spoke. Of all the working class people I know, none are media types (like Gaunt) who spent most of their youths on the doll or working in the theatre. In short, Jon Gaunt seems to be under the impression he's some sort of anglo-saxon, working class hero, when really he's just a twat.