_41489696_bluepet.jpgI was tutting at the telly earlier.

Mind you, I still maintain it was a highly irresponsible piece of programming.  I caught Blue Peter with the kids this afternoon.  I hadn’t seen it in ages (my kids are a bit young for it) and it’s all gone quite funky.  Though it obviously hasn’t covered itself in glory this year.

Anyway, get this.  Only days when the majority of the kids in the UK are going to find themselves within eyebrow melting distance of a huge pile of flaming wood – probably for the one and only time this year – what does Blue Peter decide to do?  Only have one of its presenters walk barefoot across burning embers!

Any other time of the year, maybe.  But sorry, not this week.  All programme we joined the presenters in the Blue Peter garden where the ember walking experts were preparing the inferno, telling us how they’d prepared Zoe mentally for the challenge ahead.  Then they’d stick a thermometer into the fire to tell us that it was burning at “more than 400 degrees ” and that “human flesh burns at only a hundred and something degrees…”

Only thing was, when we cut back to the final piece, as Zoe was about to take the “walk of warm”, we could see some bloke liberally sprinkling mineral water onto the embers, and though Zoe’s over-excited co-presenter told us that the temperature was”off the scale” we actually saw that it had dropped to about 170 degrees.  Shit, I’ve been on hotter sand (honest – Rhodes, summer of 1981). 

Zoe skipped across untroubled, into the hugely impressed embrace of all and sundry.  Including my little girl.

“Wow, daddy!” she exclaimed, “did you see that?  That girl walked on fire with no shoes. 

“We’re having a bonfire this weekend, aren’t we daddy..?”