Nah. Can't get along with this.
The premise is OK: guy travels from Ireland to Sydney using only local forms of surface transport.
But the problems are twofold.
First of all, they don't stay true to it. There are no long dark three-quarter-hours of the soul in godforsaken bus shelters trying to inch towards a national border. They zoom from Dover to Croatia in about 20 mins of telly-time, largely via the fucking Orient Express.
Secondly, the presenter - who I've never heard of, but I'm guessing his star billing means the Beeb and the man himself think we should have - is a beardy banal charisma-vacuum cunt.
"Tomorrow is going to be... lots of fun!" he says to camera in a Calais hotel room. Nothing particularly eventful does happen apart from the hired Citroen breaking down.
"I can't believe I'm on the Danube!" he says, when he arrives at the Danube.
And so it goes on.
I honestly can't believe something as execrable as this is getting made at a time when license fee VFM is under such intense scrutiny.
The premise is OK: guy travels from Ireland to Sydney using only local forms of surface transport.
But the problems are twofold.
First of all, they don't stay true to it. There are no long dark three-quarter-hours of the soul in godforsaken bus shelters trying to inch towards a national border. They zoom from Dover to Croatia in about 20 mins of telly-time, largely via the fucking Orient Express.
Secondly, the presenter - who I've never heard of, but I'm guessing his star billing means the Beeb and the man himself think we should have - is a beardy banal charisma-vacuum cunt.
"Tomorrow is going to be... lots of fun!" he says to camera in a Calais hotel room. Nothing particularly eventful does happen apart from the hired Citroen breaking down.
"I can't believe I'm on the Danube!" he says, when he arrives at the Danube.
And so it goes on.
I honestly can't believe something as execrable as this is getting made at a time when license fee VFM is under such intense scrutiny.
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