Bloody weatherspoons. They are a strange phenomena!

You get these really noisy drunks, cos the beers cheap and they can drink all day. And the curry nights are a bit rough, but you reckon they can do lasagne....I will bear it in mind.

On the original question. I remember a time before Big Brother, Strictly Come dancing and The X factor (my wife's favourite programmes).

Life wasn't good in those days. Too many hardships beset simple folk like myself. However I don't recollect quite the feeling of being fed shit intravenously through an aperture in my front room, quite as striongly.