"Tonight - Max Clifford, Carol Vorderman, Dave McSavage and a whole lot more. The Saturday Night Show, after the break."
I've already spent one weekend night in the company of RTE's detritus, waiting to throw plates at Monsignor Dooley on the Late Late Show in an interview that never arrived.
I'm not about to do it again lest I actually carry it out this time, lest I let Brendan O'Connor's inexcusable face bring me to the dark side, to murder, to Mountjoy, to regret at the fact that Brunker didn't get it too.
No, I'll allow The Wire to handle this particular Saturday evening.
Fo, and, indeed, sho.