I want to start this week’s Dispatch with an apology of sorts.
Ever since I paid homage to Black Mirror, Charlie Brooker’s misanthropic outlook seems to have infiltrated my writing. It hasn’t helped that during the last month, I’ve saturated my brain cells with his latest volume of barbed commentary or ensured Weekly Wipe was set on series link. He’s even seeped into my teaching as I’ve openly promoted his bleak take on humanity’s slow slide into moronic passivity to my impressionable but highly gifted Media Studies students. It’s somewhat disconcerting however, when you find yourself pre-empting his snarky talent for a metaphor before he himself has even uttered it on How Television Ruined Your Life. My hair’s also started doing that weird little wavy thing he now sports. I feel I’m but one sneer away from calling Nina, Konnie.