Tonight on TV, Jamie Oliver presided over a programme where that odd German hat-freak who does the live autopsies disected a dead 25 stone man to show why it's bad to get fat. It was quite unpleasant. And so was the disection! Boom Boom.
But also a bit wrong.
I joked the other day about Hugh Fiddly-Whatsisface cooking a (free-range) Jamie Oliver pie, little realising that only a few days later Jamie would be on a programme where an actual man was carved like a turkey.
Actual TV is often stranger than the things I make up.