I had the opportunity to indulge in my ever-so-grating-and-patronizing tendency of forcing bands so new they’re practically foetal onto my friends the other week when Bowerbirds came to London. After spending a few months asking everyone, ‘oh, do you know Bowerbirds?’, I finally dragged one of them kicking and screaming...
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I hope I’m not alone in saying that I like business based reality TV programs. I shouldn’t be: The Apprentice is one of the nation’s least guilty pleasures. People even seem to prefer it to hating on John and Edward (who, incidentally, need to win the X Factor), copying Victoria...
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This past Thursday, a scrag end from my past appeared on television. Like the unwelcome stench of red wine long soaked into a dirty nylon carpet, the emergence of said scraggy person on The World’s Strictest Parents brought the taste of bile into the roof of my mouth. Expelled from...
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William Grove reviews the latest series of Coach Trip. Approves.
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Michael Grade can't be blamed for jumping the ITV ship, writes William Grove.
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William Grove takes a trip down memory lane.
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Mad Men is a peculiar treat. I recently gorged on the entire first series in a matter of days in anticipation of the second season’s arrival. I must admit that I was skeptical at first, but Mad Men is rare insofar as it can make even the most relentless critic...
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Children are bastards. Cold, menacing, manipulative, useless bastards. If I ever have children I’ll name them ‘Illegitimate’ and ‘Mistake’. You may think that I’m joking, but I am being absolutely serious. They are parasites in the womb and vermin when they’re born. They have no respect for anything except the...
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