Comeback for 90's TV hero?

Gazza pissed on national radio a few months back and claims he doesn’t have a problem.

I think that’s a lesson for us all.

Anyway let’s do away with all these fucking none entity smug bastards who seem to be on every single fucking TV station right now.

My undercard would be as follows,

Chris Moyles

Ferne cotton

building up to Jonathan Ross

Then the final big fight live, Noel fucking Edmonds.

The BBC is to blame for this shower of talentless brain-dead morons soiling my eyes and ears despite my best efforts to flick through the plague of channels that the digital revolution has blessed us with. From time to time freezing, leaving a big portrait of some null and void complete with shit eating grin as if to hammer home the point that these barely literate half wits are the voice of a nation. The crème de la crème of communication through this sexy medium of digital. People we should be idolising, those who’ve made it in the big time, and who quite rightly have a soap box from which to preach.

Said celebrity enters a circular room, large enough to run but nowhere to hide. Strange multicoloured poker dots on the walls....

Drum roll. enter MR BLOBBY tooled up with a large cutthroat razor, he starts doing his blobby blobby blobby carry on and chases them around slicing a bit off at a time, dragging it out as only he could, back in his prime when TV heros were made of sterner stuff than the converyor belt of mental illness paraded by reality television nowadays. All this is much to the absolute hilarity to the PPV subscribers. Just imagine, just imagine. Edmonds deserves no less. The irony, the people of Morecambe would finally have their moneys worth.

I was reading a book the other day, going on about infinity theories, whereby if the universe is infinite then by definition there are infinite worlds with infinite actions occurring, which means that somewhere this is already happening anyway.