Ah, groovy, funky BBC3. The modern face of hip'n'trendy youth orientated TV. The channel which brought us comedy greats like "Little Miss Jocelyn" and quality adult drama like "Torchwood" (note: irony), has excelled itself with this slice of pure, undiluted and shameless awfulness.
It's as if all those painfully boring and self obsessed morons you shared a GCSE drama class with got hold of a video camera and without any quality control or know how, vomited their pathetic attempts at humour into your face. They thought it was funny. Their cronies thought it was funny. Their parents all thought it was funny. You were left with their decidedly unfunny vomit dripping from your face, wondering just how in the name of hell they were allowed to get away with such an affront. And all they do is prance about in front of you, unaware that they're about as funny as dead waterfowl, chanting one of their ever-so-funny catchphrases, so pleased with themselves.
It's incredible that a show like this survived long enough to make it to the screen. It survived the pitch, and then all the things that happen to a new show, god knows how many people at different levels in the BBC giving it the nod, and finally it gets to spew forth from the TV set, taking up airspace that would be more useful if it was devoted to a looped tape of a crying Keith Chegwin buggering a kangaroo. There are bacteria living on the inside of active volcanoes who are less tenacious than this show.
Seriously, BBC3, what's the deal? Do you think we're stupid? ARE we stupid? If we weren't stupid, surely awful trash like this wouldn't get past the pitch stage. What the hell is going on?
It's as if all those painfully boring and self obsessed morons you shared a GCSE drama class with got hold of a video camera and without any quality control or know how, vomited their pathetic attempts at humour into your face. They thought it was funny. Their cronies thought it was funny. Their parents all thought it was funny. You were left with their decidedly unfunny vomit dripping from your face, wondering just how in the name of hell they were allowed to get away with such an affront. And all they do is prance about in front of you, unaware that they're about as funny as dead waterfowl, chanting one of their ever-so-funny catchphrases, so pleased with themselves.
It's incredible that a show like this survived long enough to make it to the screen. It survived the pitch, and then all the things that happen to a new show, god knows how many people at different levels in the BBC giving it the nod, and finally it gets to spew forth from the TV set, taking up airspace that would be more useful if it was devoted to a looped tape of a crying Keith Chegwin buggering a kangaroo. There are bacteria living on the inside of active volcanoes who are less tenacious than this show.
Seriously, BBC3, what's the deal? Do you think we're stupid? ARE we stupid? If we weren't stupid, surely awful trash like this wouldn't get past the pitch stage. What the hell is going on?