A bunch of drunk Scottish lads wearing Smurf costumes, a bride-to-be dressed as Michael Jackson in the Thriller video, her hen party providing the zombies, a darts legend walking out flanked by two half-naked floozies to the theme tune from The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Whats the one thing you shouldn't add to this simmering broth of devilry? Blank signs of course, on which bladdered punters are encouraged to detail their most intimate thoughts and feelings then wave them hysterically at the television cameras, WWE-style but with actual wit. Offerings range from the sublime ("I think my pen is running ou...") to the surreal ("I've only got one sister") to the serious ("let's have darts in the Olympics"). This alcohol-stewed, scattergun approach leaves mortified parents at home having to explain to their children that a "blow" is not the informal name for a balloon artist, nor is that a sketch of a leaking water pistol...
