It is also my usual policy, when I don't like something, to say nothing about it. I make occasional exceptions to that rule, and I don't know if there is any rule which covers all those exceptions; probably not. I'm not sure what provoked me in this particular case. I think it may have been my impression that what I found so utterly unfunny was the product of a very deliberate, conscious, calculated
policy, and of a reasoned
belief that in order to be funny, it is sufficient (even if not necessary) just to distance yourself from a subject, and comment on it, as if it had nothing to do with you. Hence my remark about "pure undiluted irony". Something like that. It just seemed completely cold and calculated - and misconceived. So I suppose I wondered if this impression of mine were a mistake. Usually when I don't like something, I don't have such a simple, or simplistic, idea of
why I don't like it. In this case I am reminded of my dislike of atonal music, or most conceptual art, which seems to me to be a product more of theory than of any genuine human aesthetic impulse. This programme seemed very much like humour gone to seed. Dare I say it, it seemed
decadent. I really disliked it. I've disliked other comedy programmes much more strongly (
Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps comes to mind), but that dislike is usually similar to disliking a
person, which is a very complex experience; this was more like disliking a
theory, which is simpler. (Only now I'm making it sound complicated!)