And back to Walker to finally, I hope, finish the job.
In the evening I do something I hardly ever do these days – I switch on the television to watch it (rather than to watch a video or a DVD), in order to see what paul Merton makes of Have I Got News For You in the wake of the departure of Angus Deayton, who I always found to be unconvicing as a debaucher. Frank Bough, Angus Deayton and that woman off Eastenders: how cocaine managed to avoid an image problem with advocates like that is a mystery to me. Obviously being an at least habit forming if not actually physically addictive controlled substance, with a tendency to turn heavy users into paranoid psychotics doesn’t count as an image problem, but why has no one said to themselves “Look, this is something that Frank Bough does. It might not be as on-the-edge and radical as previously thought”?
My line on the drug (which I’m no doubt repeating here, but what the hell) is that it is very democratising: it makes stupid people appear bright (c.f. CBBC and The Big Breakfast) and turns intelligent people into idiots.
Anyway, Paul does well enough, and I enjoyed the show a lot, but then I have very low standards, which is why I try to avoid the TV wherever possible (otherwise I’d spend my entire life staring at it rather than into space, which is what I do at the moment. The thing is if you stare vaguely into space you can at least pretend to yourself that you’re meditating).