Branded 2

I've spent about 15 hours at the keyboard, trying to write something coherent (AND interesting) about Manuelgate. I haven't really come up with anything.

So imagine my joy when my mate James casually wired me this little nugget:

This Brand-Gate is ridiculous.

Why did no other 'artist' stand up for them? They must now know that producers are going to suck any daring or slightly risky material out for the foreseeable future. This whole thing could put British comedy back a generation. It took years to recover from Brass Eye, years filled with shite from Harry bloody Enfield and My sodding Family. Comedians should have spoken out, defending their right to make the occasional shite joke.

The BBC are the only bloody British broadcaster left putting any money into new comedy and now we'll be lucky if humour peeks its head out for anything more blue than As Time Goes By or Last of the Summer Wine just in case it might get savaged by a bunch of middle-Englander, Daily Mail-reading tosspots. And let's not get started on the hypocrisy of the media's reporting of this.

It's not Brand or Ross's fault that idiot journalists have been forced to write about the credit crunch for a month, a subject few understand and fewer still can write intelligently on. They must have been praying for a another story that middle England would care about. Hummmmpppphhhhh. Bugger, I may have started on the media hypocrisy...

Yours, in ranting, green ink, berserker mode,

JC

Bastard. May trick-or-treaters shove eggs through his letter-box.