Deliver Us From Swedish Furniture

Mr Brooker, hats off to you

I always loved Charlie Brooker’s witty, world-weary and more importantly, usually spot-on take on the world, such as

This week Charlie shook his head in tearful dismay at Sally Morgan: Star Psychic on ITV1: “If the TV networks want to ‘regain trust with the viewer’, why gleefully promote the kind of bogus supernatural bullshit a stunned foetus could see through?”

 and I read this and I just have to say….I agree.
I love going to gigs, but I have never really got the hang of clubbing. Well back in the days of Britpop, they just stuck on the tunes that I went to gigs to see people play, so it was fun if only an approximation of the ‘real’ thing so people just jumped around on the dance floor like a moshpit. I tried to get into the whole clubbing things and there are a few nights I remember fondly, but generally I go to clubs for a dance and to hang out with my mates, but what happens? You get rammed in there so you can’t move, let alone dance, you can’t find anyone, you have to wait hours to get fleeced for a drink and then have to queue to get into the toilets (and I am a man and I thinkg th queues for ours are too long!!) where you find some bloke trying to get paid for squirting soap into your hands and handing you a towel or turning on the blower. Who the hell thought that was something that would add to our quality of life? I’m pretty sure I have been able to work out the nuances of washing my hands by now….