There really should be a program to rehabilitate good book titles as entirely better books. I'd thought I'd hit a kind of disturbing, time-saving luck by plucking an essay from the middle of the book, a short essay showing what a deprived, Telly zombified boor the editor was, but no, the intellectual depravation runs at random throughout the book. The topics are exclusively random television programs from England as well. Accident? Per the title: "Hey Brits, stop charging me 6 euro to hear you spew junk!" At least real Telly overseas is "free" in some way.