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Ben Frow, Director of programming at TV3, shot the breeze with The Sunday Times yesterday. And tore new ones for the following:

Ray Darcy: “I probably could have had Ray D’Arcy (for forthcoming TV3 dating show Take Me Out). Everyone can have Ray D’Arcy. But I didn’t want Ray D’Arcy. I wanted someone new.”

RTE personalities: “The place is swimming with people who used to be the face of RTE. I can go around scooping them up and giving them a second crack at the whip and I’m not saying I wouldn’t do that, but I think I have to find new faces.

TV3’s Take Me Out (see above) “A pretty trashy dating show, everyone’s guilty pleasure, a car crash alternative to the Late Late Show.”

Brendan O’Connor (on leaving TV3 for RTE): “he handled it very badly and very rudely, as far as I was concerned. He said: ‘RTE are sniffing around, I’d really like to stay with TV3, can we come to a deal?’ We had a agreed a deal. I have the emails saying he was happy with it. Then I had no contact for a week. I didn’t hear one word until one of the producers came in a said: ‘You’ve heard that Brendan is doing a chat show on RTE? It was announced this morning.’ It was disrespectful”

Crikey. And guess who he lunches with?

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybhroG408SU&NR=1

Come on kids, the man needs a holiday. Never mind, watch this very rich substitute from the guys at Apres Match. OK, you’ve seen it before. But you’ve seen Fargo more than once, right?

We hope the Apres crew are just like us: like-minded guys (and in our case, a good number of ladies) working, without ego, for a common satiric purpose. We’d hate to think they were in it just for the bread. We’d hate to think they had ego issues with one another and didn’t enjoy a smoke or a pint and a game of billiards like we do in Karl’s basement.

We’d hate to think those talented, funny guys spend every night, before going to bed, on their knees, praying to the comedy gods to keep Dunphy, Giles and creaky, old Bill alive. Whatever it takes,

Long enough to milk the last drop of laff juice from old men’s udders. Long enough to make that final, bittersweet mortgage payment.

We’d hate that very much.

Apres Match ‘Possibly So’ Tour 2010 (Ticketmaster)

Grainne Seoige, GMTV-bound, mind-altering beauty and, let’s be clear, recession-turncoat, threw RTE a bone yesterday. But no sooner had she promoted auditions for the All Ireland Talent Show in (Ha!) Montrose than she was being whisked off in a big car for a posh lunch somewhere expensive. With English telly people, probably. It’s far from that she was reared. That’s for sure. Oh yes indeed.

Fuck. 

She’s never coming back, is she?