In deciding to write about television I envisaged myself as a Charlie Brooker-esque figure, ruthlessly cutting through the nonsense to be found on what that stern-faced critic has described as ‘the idiot box’. With this in mind, I scanned the schedules, searching for the most idiotic show I could find, ready like the great man himself to angrily compare that show to as many unpleasant nouns as possible. When I recently read that Brooker had decided to bring his enormously popular Guardian column ‘Screen Burn’ to an end, I assumed the decision had been taken on hearing that I had stumbled upon his winning formula.
BY MATTHEW MISKIMMIN