This is one of my favourite TV things ever: Will Self on Room 101. Self is on fire, and far better than the programme deserves. He is darkly funny, hyper-articulate, lugubrious and scathing, a font of the surreal and mind-bendingly arcane. Merton - so used to possessing the most creative and sharpest wit of anyone in the room - becomes visibly unnerved as the programme progresses, unwilling to just cede the show to his guest, but unsure quite how to assert his authority in the face of this torrent of verbal invention. In the end he's reduced to a kind of mildly peevish poking.
Self's description of the ideal airport has stayed with me in particular.
