Picture the scene. You are out trying to look for porn on the Internet. This shouldn’t be too difficult, right? Porn is everywhere on the Internet – as testified to by all those stories of the little old ladies circa 1997 who wanted to find the website for the WI and ended up finding something very dirty. But, no, no porn for you. Instead, you find yourself pursuing the idle ramblings of social media and marketing douchebags, peppered with detailed Moleskine pen reviews by members of a bizarre and highly ritualistic productivity cult and inane and heavily retweeted ramblings by rockstar programmers.
This nightmareish scenario is played out with the full cast of grumpy arseholes this week: we’ve even managed to rescue Ian from the self-induced Gehenna known as IKEA of Manchester. Its well good this week, so take a listen.
Next week? Oh, you know, the usual blathering about how much we hate everything except the sound of our own expletive-laced voices. And maybe a special guest.