Pointless.

Last night I went to see Pointless being recorded with my two pet Lukes. I don’t think I’ve ever watched it before but it was better than a kick in the teeth. It’s pretty much the opposite of Family Fortunes, by which I mean it isn’t hosted by a cunt.

What amazed me was how annoyed I was by the rest of the audience, I think this is just further evidence of me becoming a cranky old man. Behind me there were a few solid Chelsea & Kensington type arseholes who would pretend they knew the answers as soon as they were revealed and next to them were the aborted version of One Direction, one of whom insisted on kicking my chair until I backed it into his shin. I really hate people. They almost ruined Alexander Armstrong for me.