Tourette’s and Turrets.

9pm a program to form a band from Tourette’s sufferers, 11pm Game of Thrones. The Tourettes were lovely and manageable individually but as one of them said, “get us together and we kick each other off.” True. Addressing six of them together looked like trying to talk to a bunch of football supporters in the throws of watching an invisible match. But they were endlessly surprising and popping with energy. Game of Thrones was remorselessly remorseful and predictable, good and bad and conflict writ large in tooth and claw, drama well suited to one’s 3D high definition home entertainment system. The cast: Drodak- rough, old, honourable, hard consonants stitched together with insignificant vowels. Lantarna- ageing but beautiful and slender wife of Drodak. Slarn- evil white haired, thin-faced prince in impatient waiting. Un-named minion- survivor of the Izon Karkaraks but beheaded for returning safely; killed off so early he barely made the cast list. Bra- sullen, bare-chested swarth, slanty eyebrowed leader of the Swarths from Swarthlandia. Seeani- young, demure, nice tits, tragically betrothed to Bra in exchange for his army by her evil brother, Slarn. The list goes on. Once one’s read the list of character names it’s unnecessary to bother with the seventeen, thousand page novels that the Game of Thrones is based on. It can be summed up in the NLP saying, “If you always do what you’ve always done you’ll always get what you always got.” So bring on the Tourettes. Fak!!! Fat shit!! Nob jockey!! Hit ‘im! Squeak.