"All good things must come to an end." This maxim certainly holds for the all-too-brief period of absence for TV's favourite shister duo, Ant 'n' Dec. They've returned with fresh vim for another series of the abominable charade that is Saturday Night Takeaway, with the same shameless disingenuity that characterises all of their broadcasting antics.
Ant 'n' Dec, freshly plucked from the Ninth Ring of Hell to delight us with their inane banter and cringeworthy puns, were undoubtedly the show's most soiling factors. The two have the about as much combined personality as a tombstone. You could almost see the $$$ signs revolving in their eyes as they dangled before the cameras the symbols of a consumerist society, like a couple of classic cretins put in place purely for the purpose of subduing the proletariat for another week.
It shows you how sick the industry really is: that racket at ITV pay millions for this pair of wholly unfunny divs, whilst the sycophants at the Comedy Awards shower them with booby prizes for their supposed "genius".
But even without that pair of pricks presenting it, the show itself is entirely intellectually
lifeless. Its claim to fame is to round up a serially shouty audience, select a few meandering losers therefrom and record the ensuing humiliation on stage for such outstanding prizes as ... er, nappies.This week was no different; we were treated to appearances by the spoiled bitch of the Century - Paris Hilton - and the screeching Smiley Myrus. Apparently she's only 16: they might as well have brought out a lamb to the slaughter.Frankly, broadcasting an orgy of projectile vomiting would have been less sickening. Hopefully, they'll do a Jade before the next plodding episode.
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