BOONGAH!! | Presenters

"They're a funny breed, aren't they?" Roger remarked.
It was Saturday morning and I was visiting him at the hospital. Roger had called me first thing saying he needed someone to talk to and it was either me or "the bloody Christians". There was nothing much to do except watch some kids programme on the telly.
"Who are?" I asked.
"Children's TV presenters," he said, "the male ones, they're a fucking odd bunch."
"How's that?" I asked.
"Well, it's like they're blokes, right, but with all the masculinity drained out of them. It's like they've been tapped of all their testosterone until they've become these shrieking, non-threatening, tedium-spouting wankomorphs. It's quite fascinating- d'you reckon they become like that or are they genetically engineered somewhere?"
"Maybe they castrate them," I suggested.
He smiled for the first time in ages.
"Its a beautiful thought," he said.