Three non-brave children based observations about last night's Pudsey In Need telethon

.1. Tess Daley is so bad at presenting she makes Ferne Cotton look good. Like, Cotton is Walter Kronkite compared to Daley. I was actually relieved when Daley 'threw' (or bungled awkwardly) to Cotton. I have never experienced 'relief' when Cotton has appeared on the television before. A desire to sink into death's cold, numbing embrace, yes. But not relief.

.2. Was I dreaming, or did Steven Fry defer to somebody elses knowledge during QI last night? The Wogan / Fry Battle Of The Broadcasting Giants was always likely to produce some interesting telly, but who knew that Fry would allow himself to be corrected by the Tog-Father. Of course, the topic was Eurovision - a topic only an insane fool would question Wogan's authority on - and the show was being conducted in the spirit of Pudsy bonhomie, so one cannot presume this will set a precedent. Fry got his own back with the kangaroo thing later in the show anyway.

.3. Whoever is dressing Duffy, an engaging, likable and highly watchable young performer, as a drunk middle-aged hooker, needs to stop. (Wasn't sure about her new single at first, quite like it now.)