Thank God it's not just me.
He's always last to spot things anarl. You can almost hear his brain straining to realise that summat might have just happened, while everyone else has been shouting "HE'S OUT!" for 10 seconds.
Shame really, because I love the TMS team and expert summarisers generally - much better than their football equivalents. But then he comes on and I have to find something missing in the fridge so I can nip out to the shops for 20 mins, until they've wheeled him back into the crypt so I can listen again.
I have a recurring nightmare - I'm in a room with HB and Jonathan Pearce, and I have a gun. Who do I shoot? Probably myself, so I'll never have to listen to either of them again.