Monday, November 12, 2007

Seriously, Charlie, it doesn't even have to be a real marriage...

I was going to stop spruiking Charlie Brooker, honestly I was. You don't care. It's predictable. He seems to be quite popular, I don't see how he can't be popular. Certainly he doesn't need my help getting readers. But how am I expected to resist linking when he comes up with this:
"Weirdly, for a programme based around the relentless humiliation of desperate K-listers, I'm a Celebrity has a fairly solid track record of relaunching careers (far better than, say, the now defunct Celebrity Big Brother, which, in the fame stakes, surely ranks 10 steps below releasing an internet sex tape starring yourself and a microwaveable ready meal for one)."

Mr Brooker you're killing me.

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