Now that’s the sort of headline we learnt at journalism school, if indeed we went to journalism school. But we didn’t. We decided to get a posh degree instead then shag someone important.
But talking of the BBC and its shameless endeavour to saturate the dolly airwaves with mediocrity, they’ve only gone and signed up Michael ‘I wear pink shirts therefore I must be funny’ McIntyre for half a million squid.
Michael McIntyre, if you hadn’t realised, is a ‘comedian’. If you call being a twat for a living comedy then, well, fair dos as they say in the land where a slap-up meal is two lumps of coal instead of just the one. With a punch in the face for being lippy, if you’re lucky.
Elisa from Kent, however, is chuffed to bits, she is. She really is.
‘I’ve seen Michael McIntyre live. Me and my friend were crying with laughter. Just proves that you don’t have to be vulgar and swear loads to be funny!!’
Two exclamation marks, people. TWO! He must be good.
But, erm, you kinda do have to be vulgar and swear loads to be funny, you silly cunt.
Come back Jonathan Ross (not really). All is forgiven (not really).