pessimism
. He presents TV shows Screenwipe
, Gameswipe
and Newswipe
, wrote a review column for The Guardian
newspaper and currently writes a comment piece each Monday for The Guardian supplement G2, and is one of four creative directors of comedy production company Zeppotron
.
Hello, I'm Charlie Brooker and you're watching Screenwipe, a programme all about television.
Well, babies are notoriously foul-mouthed. [shot of Charlie pointing at a doll] This one just called Derek a prick!
Oh good, this is hardly ever on.
Now, let's get something straight, ok, I love Doctor Who. It somehow bypasses the cynical, nasty, gnarled bit of my brain completely, and plugs straight into my gurgling overgrown child. I love the fact that it's a big populist drama driven by ideas. Plus, it scares kids shitless, and I hate kids, so the longer they spend cowering in terror, the better.
What is the point of getting an orchestra to record a great version of the Doctor Who theme tune, and then getting someone in to jabber all over the top of it? Talk about putting the c into continuity!
Balls to aspiration, it's a tossers mirage.
"Ann Widdecombe|Ann Widdecombe versus prostitution" sounds like the world's ultimate Hobson's choice|Hobson's choice.
Fortunately for whining snotface, the party goes with a bang: she enters looking every inch the cosseted flesh-waste she is, and her and her irritating scumbag friends party on into the night, dancing, shrieking, acting like pillocks, and generally making you feel like getting down on your knees and praying for a nuclear holocaust.