Mr Mews and Quigley engaged in a rare occurence last week over a botttle of sherry and some delightful beluga caviar-they watched America's Got Talent. "Good God man. What flash, what a gauche display in all manners of exploitation. And who are these so-called judges? A bald man, a transexual, and a fop?"
"Indeed, Mr Mews, garish indeed. A human freak show really. I dare say if hell is anything like being a contestant on this abhorrent program I really must start going to confession a bit more frequently."
"I concur Quigley. It's unimaginable, but I believe I'm actually at a loss for words. If I were forced to watch this program on a continual loop for the course of a week I believe I might confess to any manner of abominations I did not commit."