And him too
As I mentioned Jamie in my entry of about five minute ago, I thought I'd share with you all part of an article written by the mighty Charlie Brooker at the weekend. It's dead right, and made me laugh. Lots.
'The award for the show Most Impervious to Criticism goes to Jamie's School Dinners in which Sir Flappy-Tongued Bumface himself saved the lives of millions of children - or so it seemed, given the orgy of self-fellating middle-class rapture that followed.
This was campaigning television all right, and while it's hard to disagree with the policy change it instigated, it's worth remembering that as a TV show it was merely preaching to the converted - a piece of entertainment laser-targeted at snobby plasma-screen dickwits whose Smeg fridges were already bursting with organic produce in the first place. These nauseating twats aren't trying to feed a family of five on a sink estate budget: they wouldn't dream of feeding their precious Jake anything that hadn't come out of a Nigel Slater cookbook, and by Christ they're proud of it. For them, Jamie's School Dinners merely heralded another golden opportunity to sit around smugly tutting at everyone else in the world. Well up theirs. I don't want their kids to be healthy. I prefer them fat and wheezing. Large, slow targets are easier to hit.'
'The award for the show Most Impervious to Criticism goes to Jamie's School Dinners in which Sir Flappy-Tongued Bumface himself saved the lives of millions of children - or so it seemed, given the orgy of self-fellating middle-class rapture that followed.
This was campaigning television all right, and while it's hard to disagree with the policy change it instigated, it's worth remembering that as a TV show it was merely preaching to the converted - a piece of entertainment laser-targeted at snobby plasma-screen dickwits whose Smeg fridges were already bursting with organic produce in the first place. These nauseating twats aren't trying to feed a family of five on a sink estate budget: they wouldn't dream of feeding their precious Jake anything that hadn't come out of a Nigel Slater cookbook, and by Christ they're proud of it. For them, Jamie's School Dinners merely heralded another golden opportunity to sit around smugly tutting at everyone else in the world. Well up theirs. I don't want their kids to be healthy. I prefer them fat and wheezing. Large, slow targets are easier to hit.'