Anybody who knows me will know that I'm a massive fan of Mr Brooker, whose snarky condescension and colorfully negative descriptions make me laugh uncontrollably.
It appears that Brooker has forgotten how to comb his hair, but he certainly hasn't lost any of his ability since his nuptials. Everybody knows that TV is ridiculous, and that it likely has ruined your life, my life, and everybody else's lives; and Charlie Brooker describes this process masterfully.
A quote from the 3rd episode: "If George Clooney were to pluck two of his chest hairs and offer to post them to the first two people to murder a family member, thousands would perish."
Great stuff as usual, Charlie.