It is beyond my comprehension why anyone would subject themselves to the relentless tsunami of misery that is EastEnders. Yet millions of people do, four times a week. I don’t think I have watched an episode voluntarily since the 1990s,…
It is beyond my comprehension why anyone would subject themselves to the relentless tsunami of misery that is EastEnders. Yet millions of people do, four times a week. I don’t think I have watched an episode voluntarily since the 1990s,…
Oliver Kamm runs an occasional series on his blog called “Great Historical Questions To Which The Answer is No”. It’s a pretty self-explanatory concept: each time he will seize on a question asked by some commentator or other and expeditiously…
I bade farewell to a close friend last week when E4 broadcast the final episode of The Sopranos. For eight years I have revelled in the sheer genius of this programme. The writing, storyline and characterisation were second to none.…
I do hate those blogging gaps that just creep up on you. A week and a half passes with not a thing written – and not because of a lack of suitable material either, I might add. The lack of…
Johann Hari got there before me, and went into far more detail than I can be bothered with, but it needs to be said: Little Britain really isn’t very funny. At first I thought it was amusing enough, if downright…
With the obvious exception of The Simpsons, most of Sky One’s output is an interminable shower of cack. Dream Team. Ross Kemp on Gangs. The Secret World of Airports. The Dog Whisperer (which, although it sounds like something Charlie Brooker…
Ofcom have criticised the BBC for a Christmas special of the Vicar of Dibley, in which the main character gets drunk, forgets midnight mass and falls off her pulpit. (Oh, my aching sides.) Never mind the “insensitivity” of showing this…