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Rafael Nadal and Andy Murray having a little cuddle on the back page of today's Metro? Surprisingly hot.
The fact that I rely on Associated Newspapers for male eye-candy? I am subverting the fascists from within zomg.

Oh my... geek alert

So I've watched some cheap, tawdry TV in my time. Much of it was Big Brother. Everybody Loves Raymond was scraping the bottom of the barrel somewhat. My Hero went through the bottom of the barrel and burrowed thirty feet down before exploding with a grotesque, idiotic farting sound. The man who commissioned You Are What You Eat should have been shot. You get the picture.

Imagine these shows in all their utter hideousness. Now, End Day was worse.

Normally, I'm quite a fan of the old doomsday scenario docudrama where a BBC newsreader who is fully aware that this is the most exciting their job will ever get announces in a breathless voice that a supervolcano has erupted in Wyoming, or a meteor has just wiped out Berlin or whatever. They amuse me with their implausibility and they keep Bill McGuire in windcheaters.

But this was a docudrama so utterly cheap that it defied all imagination.

( Cut for geek... )