Filed under: television
Along with the Sunday Independent, Joe Duffy’s Live Line, I feel that it is in the best interests of my health to avoid The Late Late Show when possible. The bleeding hearts, David McWilliams, the agonising close-ups of the bleeding hearts on the verge of tears, unnecessary references to the shitty health service, the agonising close-ups of the bleeding hearts as they refer to the shitty health service, etc. It always happens though, doesn’t it? It’s Friday, there’s one good programme on all night (The IT Crowd, wasn’t it great?), and you don’t go out because going out at the weekend is beyond hellish. You Chance The Late Late.
That three minutes of television could instil so much disgust into me is somewhat impressive. We had what appeared to be a Social Issues Expert, who believed that more chill out music in nightclubs was the solution to drunken violence on Saturday nights. I’ll admit, I did not bring myself to watch this illuminating interview in full, but unsurprisingly not once did I hear this chap mention personal responsibility or practical options like staggering closing times. The health service was probably held responsible at some stage. To add to the wisdom of this argument, we had a running banner of viewer’s texts. The highlight of these texts was Veroncia, who claimed that ‘The Irish Justice system is a joke. This would not be tolerated in America’. Veroncia, I hate you.
Then I turned over to Jonathan Ross, and when I ventured back, Pat Pointy Fingers was interrogating a female Ultimate Fighter.
