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One nice thing about being completely cut off from TV is that I can pick and choose my news. This week I've mainly been chuckling at the Jonathan Ross/Russell Brand hoohaa. I was not surprised when the Daily Facist jumped in with its tuppence worth. Charlie Brooker, who should be a compulsory text in some subject or other, has an amusing comment here/. I particularly like this bit:
"As his closing joke, he performs a graphic mime of sexual acts on a butterfly."
Funniest. Daily Mail sentence. Ever.
Friday's paper included a rundown of other "obscenities" broadcast by the Beeb, which the paper fearlessly "uncovered" by recording some TV shows and writing down some of the jokes. To protect readers' sensibilities, all the rude words were sprinkled with asterisks, although since the Mail's definition of "rude" extends to biological terms such as "penis", it was a bit like gazing at an ASCII representation of a snowstorm on a ZX Spectrum circa 1983. Perhaps next week it will produce a free sheet of asterisk stickers for readers to plaster over their own genitals, lest they catch sight of them in a mirror and indignantly vomit themselves into a coma.
Hmm, anyway. It's about time I did some more procrastination.
"As his closing joke, he performs a graphic mime of sexual acts on a butterfly."
Funniest. Daily Mail sentence. Ever.
Friday's paper included a rundown of other "obscenities" broadcast by the Beeb, which the paper fearlessly "uncovered" by recording some TV shows and writing down some of the jokes. To protect readers' sensibilities, all the rude words were sprinkled with asterisks, although since the Mail's definition of "rude" extends to biological terms such as "penis", it was a bit like gazing at an ASCII representation of a snowstorm on a ZX Spectrum circa 1983. Perhaps next week it will produce a free sheet of asterisk stickers for readers to plaster over their own genitals, lest they catch sight of them in a mirror and indignantly vomit themselves into a coma.
Hmm, anyway. It's about time I did some more procrastination.