Nick’s outdoor habitat is a petrol-fuelled motor. And the brakes fail on his normally balanced arguments when his inalienable, fundamental, cosmic right to drive to the corner shop for a pint of milk in the pursuit of happiness is threatened with dilution in any way.
British music mags, once a seething pit of pathologically antisocial vibes, are now a library of wistful epistles to the last century. Pink Floyd, the Beatles, Neil Young and the bloke who mowed the lawn at the place Led Zeppelin recorded Houses Of The Holy (really though). You name it.
You’ve got to be thinking Channel 5 have mixed emotions about this series. Did you know it was a series? It wasn’t that clear when Britain’s Favourite Chocolate Bar aired. But yes! BFCB was only episode one.
It was a tough choice between this and the interactive Black Mirror. But it’s no time of year for a DIY dystopia.
It’s just come out that Merriam-Webster’s word of the year is justice.
There’s no empathy. You just can’t feel the feelings of such as Richard Madeley, Gemma Collins or Victoria Coren-Mitchell.