I was doing a segment once on a leading afternoon women's program (a charity promotion for abused kids with Johnson & Johnson) here in South Africa.
It was in the days of Apartheid and there was a little tin-God of a presenter that used to be "his Master's voice" on the evening news. He was a stub of a man, no more than 5'-3" tall, who either read the nightly missives or interviewed people from his vantage point behind a desk.
It is common in TV to have facing sets. That way cameras and sound equipment don't need to be moved when a new show starts; everyone just turns 180 degrees and gets on with it.
The tin-God's set was facing ours. He entered our studio early, to begin preparing for his show starting in three hours, and noticed that one of the camera men had rested a glass of water on his desk.
Without any indication, the little tin-God picked up the glass, dropped it on the concrete studio floor and, as it shattered, loudly murmured some expletives that clearly could be heard on the audio of our program. We were doing a program on abused kids in shelters, living in the most dreadful circumstances, and this idiot is throwing his toys out the cot because somebody invaded his space (when he wasn't even supposed to be in the studio.)
I don't know Berman, if this was caused by something that really was unprofessional or if he's just a pain. But I do know one thing: If he goes tomorrow, the next face fills the place and the merry-go-round earns the next pound. Never take yourself too seriously!
