The last episode I watched ('How TV Ruined Your Life' episode 4: Love) began with this:
"They say our lives are naught but a fleeting dream, that in cosmological terms a human lifetime begins, fizzles, burns brightly and quietly smoulders to its conclusion in the blink of an eye. And that may be, but it feels longer, especially when you're stuck in a queue or watching a progress bar or sitting in an uncomfortable chair staring directly at a clock while a man reads a thousand depressing poems about municipal car parks. The problem is the crushing loneliness of it all. If only we had someone else to experiences thigns with the whole thing might be somehow bearable. We are all of us alone. We enter this world alone and we leave it alone."It warms the miserable cockles of my heart, as did the furious outpourings from the Doug Stanhope sections Charlie Brooker featured in his Newswipe Series:
Examples of wordsmithery in action that make me proud: truth and intelligence combined are key components of all art.