The two worst offenders being handpicked talent-show veterans 4th Impact - four yapping puppies who cry tearlessly at the drop of a compliment - and that attention-seeking, cross-dressing prune from Down Under, of whom Grimshaw asked: "Where do we start with Seann Miley Moore?" With a straitjacket, rope, a lighter and a shark tank, would be my reply.
Not like the couple of hundred at Ludgate Circus who jeered as Thatcher's coffin approached St Paul's, nor in the manner of the ex-miners at Goldthorpe who cremated her effigy on a slag heap, nor even their kinsmen at Easington who tearlessly toasted her departure as they remembered another death - that of their livelihoods - with a celebratory tot.