So, did BBC2’s Shoot the Messenger send you scrambling to join the BNP on Wednesday night?
No, me neither, although sadly I will admit that I did feel a certain sneering contempt begin to poison my mind amidst all the jibes at hair extensions, decorated nails, African names and gospel. Another chance to look down on people who aren’t like me.
But that was my problem, not the writer’s.
I realised I was being a dick, and stopped.