by Stuart Heritage
The tenth anniversary of Princess Diana’s death is being marked in two ways: a) a concert where Rod Stewart will sing and b) a documentary explicitly showing her body mangled in a car crash – no, we don’t know which is more tasteless either.
But let’s focus on the latter, because that’s what everyone’s making such a fuss about. Tonight Channel 4 will broadcast a documentary called Diana: The Witness In The Tunnel which, as far as we’ve been able to tell, is an hour-long montage of ever-more graphic photographs of Princess Diana dying horribly in a mangled car in a Paris tunnel, set to music by Mogwai, Radiohead and the sounds of distant echoed cackling, sinister children singing nursery rhymes and loops of fairground music played backwards.
Princes William and Harry have been urging Channel 4 not to show the Princess Diana documentary – but Channel 4 has ignored them, relishing the chance to broadcast an actual car crash instead of just hours and hours of car crash TV like Big Brother for a change.
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by C J Davies
In which we celebrate the return of hecklerspray’s resident agony uncle Dennis Norden. Take it away, Denster…
Dear Dennis,
I sometimes wonder if there’s any point in living. I mean – seriously, take a look at the world we inhabit. Disease, corruption, injustice, famine, heartbreak… the list goes on and on. How can anybody even get up in the morning when they suffer the innate knowledge that our planet is essentially a meaningless bauble, churning through space in a miasma of hellish nothingness?
My wife has suggested that I may be sick… that I should possibly see a doctor, or seek counselling. But I don’t know. Sometimes it just seems more tempting to throw myself off a cliff, blissfully letting the pain soar out of me as I shatter on the jagged rocks below.
Can you help me? Please? Is there anything that you can say that could encourage me within my darkest hour?
Simon, Gloucester
Dennis replies:
Victoria Wood there, having a few problems with her piano – proof, if proof be needed, that even the most consummate professionals often have trouble with their toolbox! Now, just take a look at this howler from EastEnders, in which grand old lady of the square Dot Cotton discovers that – just when you think things are going well – there’s nearly always a drink just waiting to be spilled!
Do you have any problems you’d like Dennis’s advice on? You know where to send ‘em…
In which we celebrate the return of hecklerspray's resident agony uncle Dennis Norden. Take it away, Denster...
Dear Dennis,
I sometimes wonder if there's any point in living. I mean - seriously, take a look at the world we inhabit. Disease, corruption, injustice, famine, heartbreak... the list goes on and on. How can anybody even get up in the morning when they suffer the innate knowledge that our planet is essentially a meaningless bauble, churning through space in a miasma of hellish nothingness?
My wife has suggested that I may be sick... that I should possibly see a doctor, or seek counselling. But I don't know. Sometimes it just seems more tempting to throw myself off a cliff, blissfully letting the pain soar out of me as I shatter on the jagged rocks below.
Can you help me? Please? Is there anything that you can say that could encourage me within my darkest hour?
Simon, Gloucester
Dennis replies:
Victoria Wood there, having a few problems with her piano - proof, if proof be needed, that even the most consummate professionals often have trouble with their toolbox! Now, just take a look at this howler from EastEnders, in which grand old lady of the square Dot Cotton discovers that - just when you think things are going well - there's nearly always a drink just waiting to be spilled!
Do you have any problems you'd like Dennis's advice on? You know where to send 'em...
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