OPINION
The debacle of This Morning is a soap opera for our times. Indeed, were it fiction, you might think it a ridiculous exaggeration of the truth. But the departure of Phillip Schofield following an affair with a young ITV employee, and the seemingly irreparable rift between Schofield and co-presenter Holly Willoughby, all unfolded before our eyes, greeted with opprobrium by social media and the press – and with a heavy dose of Schadenfreude, too.
Had Schofield and Willoughby been a bit more rock‘n’roll, we might have been prepared to swallow it, but here was the public collapse of a duo whose squeaky-clean demeanour represented Britain at its blandest. Think George at Asda, work karaoke parties, baby showers. When the mask slipped, we were all too ready to pounce and make judgments. The public vituperation continued on Tuesday night at the National Television Awards, when the cast of This Morning (including Willoughby) were booed. An Anglo-Saxon nation at its baying best, you could say.
Yet the situation has made me think that This Morning needs to call it a day. It has become a toxic brand, and not even Willoughby – supposedly rejuvenated after a summer break – can save it.
The show has felt like an anachronism for some time. It was launched in 1988 in what was a different TV landscape: “showbusiness” gossip, fashion, beauty tips and cookery were all the rage for an audience who demanded very little. It was the sort of thing ripe for a Victoria Wood sketch – and in fact, the late comedian did send it up brilliantly in a 1992 Christmas special, complete with a frenetic keep-fit expert: “We don’t all want to be Madonna, do we? Some of us want to be Petula Clark.” Such shows were always a joke, but the ribbing was affectionate. Nor is This Morning the first daytime show to be beset by scandal. Remember the unravelling of Breakfast Time’s Frank Bough back in the 1980s, a man as much at home in sex dungeons as he was in an Aran sweater?