Saturday Night's Alright (For Posting).

You know that moment when you spot something so obvious that you haven't ever noticed it before? Well that's happened this evening. I've decided I now want a flat in warehouse conversion. Not because it may, or may not be a great place to live, but rather to move into the lucrative "somewhere to shoot the talking head to camera in a Top 100, Best Comedy Show or some other cheap bollox Channel 4 fill the long spaces in their schedules between "Come Dine With Me" and "Grand Designs". I'd even provide my own camera, saving them some cash. Christ if they were really skint I'd sit there and go "Fuck Stretch Armstrong / East 17 / Are You Being Served / Milli Vanilli, what was going on there?", while pretending to care what the fuck the show is about. If needs be I could probably scratch together a minor comedian who once appeared in a smug panel or a woman famous for baring all in Maxim just as that whole "Ladette" thing died on it's arse.