A Mischief Of Magpies

If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and a Mischief of Magpies would be as small as a pea.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Jack Does Things A Lady Would Do

I watched Will & Grace on channel four last night. For me, it should be the end of television, but it clings to me like a fin-de-siecle parisian whore monkey. I often get the urge to be done with television altogether. It always fills me with a sense of naseau when all my workmates can ask in the morning is: "did you watch anything good on telly last night?". I know that makes me an intellectual snob, but that's what you get when you're surrounded by morons.

OK, a little harsh.

Like Bill Hicks, I believe that television programming is designed to mesmerise the audience, to enchant it, to prevent it from asking questions and to reinforce its prejudices; and that's why I want rid of it. However, I still find myself paying a license fee for the occasional time I see something worthwhile come along. Especially if it involves hilarious gay stereotypes.