I sometimes listen to the radio.
Okay, that's a really banal statement, but you'll see where I'm going with this in a minute.
Anyway, the other day I was listening to BBC Radio 4, when suddenly, an article about soft drugs came on. The broadcaster in question was speaking about the beauty of 'weed bags'. Yes, I-SHIT-YOU-NOT, there was a fully grown man, on a national radio station, almost at the point of orgasm... over little polythene baggies used to store cannabis in. According to the aforementioned bloke, Weed bags should be "Stored in a museum, so people of the future can fully appreciate the beauty and hedonism of the 21st century." Apparently for him; "Finding them on the floor gives me a tiny insight into the mysteries of a total stranger's life."
Yeah, I wasn't quite sure I was fully awake either, but after establishing that I'd not nodded off after eating a large quantities of Brie, I realized that I bloody love the BBC.
Not only do I want to hunt down Mr Weed-Bags and force him to teach Year 10 PHSCE in Leeds secondary schools, but I also want to hugely thank the BBC for spending tax payer's money on gems like this.
I smile a little to myself every night in the thought that 'Hard working British tax payers' like this man here:
are paying for the casual Radio 4 listener to be informed of the beauty of Weed bags.
So let's forget about scandals involving Jimmy Saville, Andrew Sachs and senior Tory MP's, The BBC is worth every single penny of tax payer's money.
Aunite Beeb deserves a bit of love.