Finished the last episode of the last season of THE THICK OF IT last night. I now feel bereft.
Quite possibly one of the finest things I've ever watched on telly.
I might rewatch all of The Day Today and Brasseye.
Quote:
You know, I've spent ten years detoxifying this party. It's been a bit like renovating an old, old house, yeah? You can take out a sexist beam here, a callous window there, replace the odd homophobic roof tile. But after a while you realise that this renovation is doomed. Because the foundations are built on what I can only describe as a solid bed of cunts.