BETAMAXNOMATES

So, this is my idea for a show where… ah, forget it.
While we’re on the subject of TV though, can we talk about this? I’m completely behind Sue on this and really hope she does manage to give up the habit. And when she does I hope she gets hit by a fucking bus and that I never have to look at her greasy-ass face or listen to her estuary whine ever again.
Jesus, when did ads get so... patronising? I mean, look at this Dove Campaign for Real Beauty thing. Fit or fat? Grey or gorgeous? Who cares, bottom line is these women are too unattractive to be on television. If I want to admire femininity in its natural form I can easily cruise the checkouts, call centres and clap clinics the length and breadth of this fair land, but when I'm plugged into my televisual entertainment apparatus I only want to see properly good-looking people, OK?

Anyway, I've (obviously) nothing of any particular import to impart to you this evening so I'll keep it short, and indeed, relatively sweet. Hey, Day Month Year - now with added sugar. Oh, ain't sunshine pretty, ain't flowers stupid? Except when they're angry - then they are funny. If you want something serious and intelligent to read, read this (Estimated Reading Time: 9mins; Actual Reading Time: Almost three hours for me, spread out over six days). I'm a little slow it seems.
I'll see you, after class