I invite shielding residents at the cunts care home to compare Clive James Postcard from Berlin with Rick Stein's Long Weekend in Berlin*
Admittedly the late great Clive benefited from popping up in the great martial city at a pregnant time in its history when it had just started to grapple with the fall of the Wall and reunification of Germany - you get all that atmosphere and depth - but you also get something Stein completely lacks: a graceful, light, knowing wit, that mocks but never sets out to hurt "foreigners", never takes himself seriously.
What a pompous boring food guzzling ass Stein is by comparison. What a cretinous cunt surrounded by his complacent dim production team. As if anybody but a fucking subhuman pig would want to go to any of the great European cities featured in this shite tv series for the sole reason of eating, eating, eating Fucking codswallop served up as cookery/travelogue pseudo documentary.
* Dear Rick, ONLY a weekend? Feels like a life time or life sentence with your fucking fat features constantly on the box.