BBC in 'total balls deficiency' shock

Tonight, I watched Hardcore Profits, a BBC2 documentary (which looks a lot like it was originally made for BBC3) about how 'legitimate, respectable companies' are making out like gangbusters from people accessing porn via the net, pay-per-view TV and mobile 'phones.

This is a massive, world-shattering shock - as long as you initially subscribed to the idea that mobile phone networks, credit card companies, and the Marriott hotel chain were paragons of virtue to begin with.

If, however, like any intelligent adult, you're aware that mobile phones can be used to detonate bombs, credit cards can be used to purchase all kinds of illicit commodities (and are also damned handy for chopping out lines of coke), and hotel rooms can play host to all kinds of kinkiness without the TV even being on, you'll think, meh.

Y'know what would be a good angle, though?

You could investigate a moralising middle-market newspaper which gives column inches to extremely conservative commentators and prints scathing reviews of films it considers pornographic, yet which turns out to be owned by a corrupt porn baron who runs television companies whose websites promise 'immediate access to hundreds of hardcore videos and images'.

You could follow up that angle. But they didn't. Why not?

Widdecombe in twisted fetish filth shock

Ann Widdecombe thinks 'Antichrist' is pornographic?

What the hell kind of porn has Ann Widdecombe seen, that she thinks Lars von Trier's latest film is the kind of thing you'd knock one off to?

Only two conclusions are possible:

1) Ann Widdecombe secretly maintains a collection of twisted filth the likes of which would make even Peter Sotos slink away in abject disgust, or,

2) She doesn't actually have the foggiest idea what she's talking about.

I could tell you what I think (hint: it involves Widdy gurning in ecstasy as she freeze-frames another instalment of the Death Camp Scat-Sluts franchise*), but I prefer to let you make up your own mind - which is a privilege Widdecombe would rather people weren't allowed, at least when it comes to Antichrist.



* Aaaaand now I've put that delightful little image in your head, I shall retire. Good night!