Well. What a week THAT was, are we right avid reader? There’s been things going down; the Titanic, Heather Trott, Tulisa Contro-Contos-Whatever, things coming up; the price of pasties, petrol and penises in front of Tulisa (we’ve reached the quota of Tulisa blowjob jokes, worry not).
We’re very surprised that any has any eye fluid left after seeing such awful things going on in the World, and that’s not even taking into Tim Lovejoy and Simon Rimmer moving channel and effectively upsetting all the hungover teens in the country.
All the terrible things that have happened this week don’t mean an iota because y’know what happens soon? It’s only Easter time isn’t it! The time of year that we come together as a united force to perform the rites that make the zombie carpenter’s son stay dead for another year. We’ll all be so full of chocolate and other various sugar riddled carcinogens that we won’t care about anything other than what is playing out before your very eyes: not the scenes of your elderly grandmother silently squeaking out farts before demurely wafting her handkerchief to dispel the noxious fumes, or your young niece vomiting loudly after eating a little too much chocolate, but what is on the telly box.