Anyway, I digest. A brief apropos: I once spent an evening failing to get off with a BBC journalist from local radio. One of many areas where my boyish good looks and sweet badass style failed me that night was when I decided to pursue a question as to why the Beeb allowed so many slack-jawed shitprawns in the McKenzie mold on the air. “The world is not full of people with nice middle-class opinions like yours,” she snapped. Which was odd, because if she had realised quite how much of the evening I had hitherto spent mentally adumbrating the various positions I intended to bend her in given half the chance, she’d have never tagged me as nice. More importantly, nor am I remotely middle-class. I must take the unspoken corollary at face value: presumably opinions which aren’t particularly nice are the sole preserve of the working class. All of this would wedge a sack of coal behind the idea that McKenzie is wheeled out because they actually believe this is how us thickos think.

I nearly choked on my Frey Bentos pie.

simply genius. I salute you sir

Arf. Glad to be a small part of this invective.

I feel dirty.