...and not the mountain goat!
How come, if you fall thousands of miles into a bottomless pit, you can still get night and day?
Not to mention rain and fantastic sunsets!
Why is the sea crammed full with razor toothed flying fishies and behemoths from the deep, yet the land boasts a total of one solitary dino?
And how come there's lots of gratuitous poke-it-outta-the-screen cheesy shots of antennae, tape measures, penknifes, hands reaching out, birdies and floating floweryness, yet when tottie-in-flimsy-white-top gets bedrenched in rainstorms, falling into pools, and generally getting all wet teeshirted, there's no golden pips of the sunshine princess looming out of the screen?
And just how many mountain guides pack a Lara Croft outfit when taking someone for a hike up a volcano?
You don't see Ben Fogle get half way up Everest, then suddenly decide to whip off his sensible clothes in favour of skimpy shorts and a sports bra, do you!
At least, not on camera!
