In truth, there's nothing more captivating than when live television comes slamming up against, well, the reality of shooting television live-to-air. Generally speaking, such car crashes involve accidental sweary outbursts, malfunctioning cameras, or wobbly set design.
Buckner at least had the forethought to announce to all involved that he was heading for the floor; many who've come before him haven't been so lucky. Enter: the power vom.
Yes, the best, and most captivating of all live television meltdowns are the ones I like to call "power voms"; those - rare - moments in which a television guest is so overcome (by nerves, illness, or green-room catering) that they have no choice but to chunder like they've never chundered before.
Hey, we've all been there before (albeit without the presence of five cameras and a live audience of millions): that telltale scratchy feeling in the throat, a few moments of seasickness, your skin goes cold and clammy, you have approximately three seconds to register what is about to happen, before... kablammo!
A classic example is poor Tyrone Davies, who has snared a network news interview in order to publicise a local film festival. It really gets going around the 0:50-minute mark...
Possibly the best part of this video, apart from the spew, and the interviewer's reaction to it, is the manner in which Davies hangs his head in shame right before the footage ends. It's a minute bit of body-language that says, "Man, I thought all the hipster chicks would be all over me at the premiere tonight; now, I'm facing a lifetime's supply of KY and rubber gloves". It's the ultimate real-life sad emoticon.
This plucky lass - evidently a Swedish and female version of Hotdogs, judging by the phone-in game she is hosting - was a little more tough. She's not going to let a power vom get her down!
When it comes to unintentionally hilarious one-liners (although admittedly thanks to the subtitler), "I have painful menstruation" goes straight to the live television pool room.
Meanwhile, just across the Tasman, Nuw Zullund host Jono displays an understandable reaction to the music of Powderfinger:
But possibly my favourite live television chunder of all time, if only because of its sheer violent force, is this poor sap, Eric Jewell. A computer nerd called in to discuss, if I follow correctly, gaming consoles for a 'Tech Watch' segment, he is suddenly possessed by the mother of all Hot Pocket demons:
The YouTube comments for that particular power vom are awash (sorry) with conjecture as to whether or not this chunder is actually real, but I don't care. Can we not just revel in the joys of on-air vomming without having to discuss whether or not it's been Photoshopped? Leave the vicious debate to Richard Dawkins; we'll always have power vom.