In Croydon in 1971 little Darren Brown was born, and little did his unsuspecting parents realise that they had spawned the world’s most annoying human being. Because Darren would decide that he should be called Derren, and would try and transform his hokey magic tricks into some sort of event television, which would interest no-one.
No-one, that is, except the stupid. For a period in the early 2000s there was a simple way to distinguish between the intelligent and the stupid in the United Kingdom. You simply listened to their conversations. The erudite and learned would talk about things of meaning: politics, world affairs and economics. The stupid would talk about the latest thing they’d been the night before on Derren Brown’s show.