Trash TV? The Bread-and-Circuses of the New Neronic Age. And there I was thinking it was named for Boy George...come to think of it, can't think of a single transvestite folkie.

Still, when the Welsh refugees of Patagonia run David Cameron's mate out of town with several thousand in hot pursuit, I know there is yet one place in the world with some common sense.

And bloody Maning still hasn't paid me for the Sumo joke he nicked. It was credited to me, guess he must have thought I was long dead, the company I'm alongside.