Fainting in Coyles An occasional letter from the
Heart of Euroville
Monday, July 21, 2003
I thought I had plumbed the depths...
in my TV viewing until late last night after blowing away baddies on my PS2 (and a great game it is though the head set does cause my wife to laugh at me as she chats to friends on the phone), but I turned to some Flemish language language channel and came across Cheaters. All my nascent prejudices about America came flooding back as I sat transfixed in horror at this programme. The premise is, poor unsuspecting ill-educated women, who fear that they may be being deceived. They then send a swat team to destroy three peoples lives, while the condescending presenter, some lowlife by the name of Tommy Grand, (who I gather has been replaced with somebody even worse) slimes up to the devastated individual and weeps crocadile pus. Bleeech.