Watched thon OJ Simpson thing on the beeb last night. A truly masterful piece of

[World's End Stella]

documentary work but I nearly switched off in disgust when some damn fúckin yankee stole, pretty much verbatim, Bill Shankly's bon mot about football be more important than life or death. And then he grinned smugly as if it were his, the hideous ****.

Anyways - I had absolutely no idea who OJ was until that murder trial business. I mean, did any of you know who he was before?

Was it OJ: Made in America?

If so, it was utterly brilliant.

And of course I knew who he was, Herb, because unlike you I am not an insulated, pasty white, British geek who still clings to his mother's apron and makes pathetic whimpering noises.

[Herbette Chapman - aged 15]

It was and it was your recommendation earlier in the week that caused it to catch my eye.

This style of documentary is something we excel at; allowing the protagonists time and space to tell their tale. Unlike you lot, of course, who ruin every attempt at documentary with cheesy narrative