Day 20...

Hello.

There's nothing quite like great political satire. Some people are absolute masters. Some are... well, slightly over-rated. Ladies and gentlemen...

... Rory Bremner.

Why him? He's hilarious! Actually, no he fucking well isn't. He's never, ever been funny. Ever. Unless karma is a reality, in which case he's due to become the funniest man who ever lived.

A man of 1000 voices, my arse. He's got about 3. His George Bush is just his old Ronald Reagan with a bit of a slur, his Ed Miliband will no doubt just be his Tony Blair, and his Geoffrey Boycott was recycled in recent years as Gordon Brown.

He's a fucking bore. He was on the Andrew Marr show this week; he was asked to do his review of the year in as many wacky voices as he could. So, cue the George Bush impression. Obviously, Bush has been a major figure in the year's news. Oh, and cue Tony Blair, again a major figure in the news for all of five minutes. That's ALL HE FUCKING DOES.

Guaranteed, whenever he's cropped up on a panel show (be it Mock The Week, Whose Line Is It Anyway or whatever), they'll suddenly have an impressions round. Why do these shows cater to this blank slate like he's some kind of comedy god? His material is devastatingly weak, and yet  here he is still, twenty or so years down the line, still polluting the airwaves with his tired patter. The current crop of politicians are fairly bland and anonymous (much like Bremner himself), so perhaps he can create some scenarios where Bush, Blair, Brown and even John Major and Geoffrey Boycott are shoehorned in, the unimaginative cunt.

More tomorrow!