Rest easy on your deckchair, Delingpole, for I come in peace. Your column is safe — from me, at least — because this week I have made an unpleasant discovery: your job is really hard, and I don’t know how to do it.
It’s not the watching that’s so hellish, it’s deciding what to watch.
Disagree with half of it, enjoy reading all of it
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