I’m a child of the 80’s. What does that mean? Well, for a start, I’ve read that email that constantly seems to clog up my inbox, entitled “I’m a child of the 80’s”. But mostly, it means that I enjoy old Saturday morning cartoons (such as Transformers and Thundercats), like cheesy rock music, know what Alphabites are, and I’ve got an unhealthy fixation with material possessions. Now, I know for most folks, the Thatcher years...

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaahn (t)! Now, I’m not a geek, but I do like a bit of Star Trek. Admittedly, I watched the adventures of Picard and his crew religiously from the age of 6. And then all the other series. Including the originals and cartoon version. And bought some models of the ships. And own two technical manuals. And wept when Tasha Yar died. But that’s not the point. I firmly believe that every child should be exposed to the philosophy of...

America. Land of fatty foods, fatty people and fatty-headed politicians. The poorest – and therefore dumbest – people have migrated there since the middle of the 15th century and done nothing but eat and breed. Generation after generation of braindead morons. What have they ever done for us? Nothing, that’s what. Except, from Fall (Autumn) to the start of Summer (Summer), they give us some glorious TV. While the BBC (pfft), Channel 4...