Mon, 29 May 2017
In the words of a dead drunk leather trouser wearing idiot; This is the end.
After one hundred episodes of sometimes inspired and more often utterly nonsensical idiocy, our dumb heroes stagger wheezing over the finish line. Did they put any effort into their swansong? What do you think? They die as they lived, unprepared, lost in digressions, pondering incredibly stupid animal based conundrums, their old friend Bane alongside them. Is there talk of an accidental B and Q swastika? Do they wonder for too long over what exactly a 'smoked chub' is? Does James score a hell of a goal from right midfield? Did Sam have a sad dream? There is, they do, he did and he did too. The Kitchen Is On Fire no more. Now it's just a steamy mouldering pile of ash and lukewarm water. Thank God for that.