Tuned in to listen to the Indo Sport podcast there and am subjected to two minutes of Jennifer Zamparelli plugging her new sex podcast. Fuck the fuck off like, I want to hear lads talking about sport, not how some wagon got a jar of marmite stuck in her vag.
Similarly, I was in the Picture house last night for a film that was advertised as starting at 20:25.
20:50 the fucking thing kicked off, after an absolutely painful mix of ads and trailers for other shit. The crowd was there to see a film about heavy metal, do you really think we give a fuck about the Devils Wears Prada?