Maybe it’s a result of over-exposure to kids’ TV due to my own son, or pos­si­bly it’s due to the fact half the Blue Peter pre­sen­ters of my gen­er­a­tion spent their spare time with coke up their noses, but I can’t help but feel every­thing whole­some and good on tele­vi­sion is secretly not.

Now I can’t watch CBee­bies with­out think­ing that the pre­sen­ters spend their off hours in opium dens, drink­ing absinthe and writ­ing angsty poetry, or that after a show they all go back to the exec­u­tive producer’s dun­geon and have really weird sex.

I am bro­ken. =S