That was the name of a BBC4 programme I had circled for tonight and have just turned off. Endured 42 minutes in the hope it might say something interesting,
Had hoped it would kickstart my inertia about reading but it was a tired, derivative rehash of simplistic and now rather dated science-in-a-sentence which lacked direction and failed to tackle it's own intriguing title.
A posh voice from its haughty but dull presenter followed by lots and lots of brain scans with minimally teletastic doctors waxing on about the meaning of the scans (like they really know!) and what it means for us on the street. Then an interview with a man who had a stroke in an unusual place - Euston Novotel.
Then a few more coloured scans.
Glorious technicolour was enough to sell Thunderbirds but that had Supermarionation going for it.
These guys are just muppets who wannabe on TV and that's 42 minutes I won't get back.
