Alex Zane has been fluking his way through television for quite some time now. This 33 year old, ex-E4, ex-T4 twat seems to be suffering from a premature mid-life crisis with his faux-hipster clothing and fucked-up comb-over which resembles a mutant spider-plant (Chlorophytum Cuntcomosum).
For some unknown reason Zane has been assigned the role of interviewer and presenter on numerous televisual excreta. With his bemused smirk he remains in constant awe of celebrity regardless of the level of talent or charisma he is presented with. This strange-looking sycophant has the same expression when interviewing a talentless hack or a respected artist, his perpetual awe in full-effect when interviewing Justin Timberlake or Ridley Scott for example.
Alex Zane is no Barry Norman; he isn’t even a Barry Scott. Alex just shuffles from one red carpet to another to routinely kiss arse and offer unabashed praise. Surely somebody who is this star-struck should be on the other side of the ropes with all the other fanatics suffering from mass-hysteria?
Fame or lame is the same to Zane.