Unbalanced Vision

I don't mind David Starkey strolling in the meadows rife with mud and shite, whilst putting on a solemn face to explain that this is the battlefield of so and so. Then a hairy, beardy knave jumps into the scene and feigns to fight like a hero. Nor do I mind him sitting amongst a pile of century old books looking all studious and knowledgeable--in fact he is. It's just that Starkey's tone of voice gets on my nerves, I feel tired just watching him speak, pronouncing distinctively every syllable after syllable. Can you imagine sitting next to him on the dinner table; he will be spitting all over the place. And, has anyone seen him smile? The mug shot on his website count as a grin.