Ever heard of the infinite monkey theorem? Leave a monkey bashing keys on a typewriter for an infinite amount of time and it will, at some time, randomly bash the keys in the right order to produce coherent sentences, including all the greatest jokes.
This appears to be the tactic employed for this show, only the monkey had just a few months and they ran with whatever marginally coherent crap it spewed out.
Then they paid some trigger-happy canned laughter guy to work his magic at the end of every damned sentence.
How many people did this have to go through to end up being aired, and who approved a second series? It worries me that these people must also make life-important decisions.
Overall, I was left feeling annoyed, disenchanted and slightly depressed; last time I checked comedy was meant to provoke entirely different emotions...
