Just to show The Bug fears absolutely no-one – and especially in our two columns that look at the mainstream mediocre; Media Glass House and Mediocre Bytes – we’ll even have a go at the universally adored, mega-admired, cute-as-all-get-out, Logie-winning, Tony “The Man is a Living Saint!”, “He could leave his footie boots under my bed any day of the week!” Armstrong!

Yes, we’re on a hiding to nothing and we’ll probably – and deservedly – lose countless followers but we really do need to correct something Tony has said twice now in a row on ABC News Breakfast!

Yesterday morning and again today, Tony has reported that the Australians lost the first cricket Test against India by an innings and 32 runs!

While we admire his patriotism and his loyalty to a bunch of losers, the actual margin was an innings and 132 runs! That’s a ton of difference, Tony.

Shit! We can almost hear the vast numbers of followers we don’t have deserting us at this very moment.

The one good thing to come out of this is that Madeleine Morris has learned her lesson from the other day when she made fun of Charles Brice’s “war of nutrition” comment and on this occasion did not correct Tony on air, assuming she spotted the error, that is.

But clearly no-one did off-air yesterday either!

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This one’s no biggie – much like the previous item but that’s what Mediocre Bytes is for! – but we continue to feel sorry for Sydney Morning Herald columnist Peter FitzSimons.

Last Saturday – and it happens a lot because we’ve mentioned it a lot – poor Pete’s column was ceremoniously dumped by the SMH’s thousands of readers along with the rest of the Hardly Normal four-page wraparound.

Look, we get it that the Heralds – especially the Monday to Friday editions – are probably only hanging in as printed editions because of the massive HN ad spend. And we get it that if that dreadful arsehole Gerry Harvey tells the SMH to jump, their immediate answer is: “How high?” .

But we do wish the advertising manager would grow a pair and tell Gers: “Pay for the whole fucking three-and-a-half pages, you dreadful arsehole!” and show some support for your popular writer.

Okay, that’s taking things too far. Just give the dreadful arsehole the inside back for free if you have to! And start the sports section where it belongs – in the actual book. You know, like a real newspaper with some pride still intact would.