English TV presenters hectoring and haranguing their “nation” of 4 million – eyes glowering with rage, showing the middle finger to decency, offering cheap, ‘chai’ shop wisdom – is a gladiatorial spectator sport. A lot like WWE’s Wrestlemania.

It is scripted, choreographed faux fighting – more entertainment than enlightenment – and the “blows” look real only because of deft camera work and nifty sound engineering.

Once the words "good night" are uttered and uplinked, anchor and audience, and the assorted a-holes (including yours truly) who populated the 'panel discussion', move on to more pleasant things in life.